[He answers the door only to lean against the frame of the threshold, squinting at Rincewind -- his glass of sloshing boxed wine in hand. He had not taken the advice to ease off the sludge.]
Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.
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Date: 2016-05-30 03:12 am (UTC)Mr. Rincewind! Hello. Please, please, come inside.
[Chilton pulled open the door, offering only a sneer to the abandoned Luggage. He beckoned Rincewind to the kitchen, announcing that the pizza and (more importantly) the wine can go on the table.]
Look at you, with your hat. [Another sip.] I'm glad you've come.