[he's still in the library when he gets the call. More precisely, he's in one of the library's supply closets, because the Head Librarian gave him quite the earful for his reaction following the vote results.

It was a loud reaction. There were gestures.

So: the closet. Where he can curse more quietly, and try to key in search terms on his communicator like 'What can an Ambassador actually do' and 'can you make people vote again' and 'why is my life a constant parade of waking and sleeping nightmares'.

It's right after he's hit enter on that last search that Baelish calls him. Rincewind's forehead hits the wall. He lets it stay there while he answers, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes screwed shut, one foot in an empty mop bucket because it's not a very big closet.

Lucky this isn't video.]

You're giving me - entirely too much credit. Which is, I think, the first time I can actually accuse you of that.

I suppose you'll want victory posters printed now?