[a previously discussed, the Luggage may not have eyes, but Chilton will surely feel its wooden glare as he closes the door.

Rincewind feels out of place as soon as he steps inside, reluctant to move from the foyer. It's - very nice in here. And clean. Distracted, he eventually keys back in long enough to toe his sandals off and walk to the kitchen on socked feet.]

- Hm? Oh, well, yes. The day I'm without it is the day you'll know I've been possessed by something likely ancient and terrible, so you know. Watch out for that, will you?

[he watches Chilton with some amusement.]

I take it you've found a way to swallow past the homicide? - And you've a lovely home, I should mention that.