Fair enough. [around a mouthful of something he didn't even pause to look at before shoving it in his mouth. Not that he needed to. It's delicious, heavenly - of course it would be.

The Luggage ignores the offering, seemingly lost in its own little world. Rincewind glances up just long enough to frown at it, then wave a hand.]

I wouldn't bother for a day or so. It's going to be in a mood. It ran into another Luggage it apparently got on with well enough to somehow... well, anyway. I didn't make it follow me back, you know. [added a touch defensively.] It could have stayed behind if it wanted to.

[he frowns around a gulp of wine, then lifts tired eyes to April, cautiously curious.]

You asked him, then?