ic contact

[idesof]

[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[wizzardly]

Oh, well, I... don't know how much you ought to trust my thoughts on the matter. I've never thrown a party before.

[but he'll take a moment to give this the full weight of consideration it deserves, if only because March (however unwisely) seems to be putting his faith in the wizard.]

...Potatoes are always a good choice. [firmly.] And meats, cheeses. You had a few on sticks, at yours, I found those very good. And the strawberries, those were a nice touch. But - maybe not as many meats as I'd like, actually.

[he sounds rather forlorn about this, but goes on to explain:]

Dr. Chilton can't eat them, you see. He's - er, he's got trouble digesting them.

[because he's missing the parts to digest them with, which Rincewind has belatedly realized he probably shouldn't be the one to explain.]

[idesof]

[Potatoes are always a good choice, it's true. There's so much that can be done with potatoes. Rincewind knows What's Up.]

I see, I see. No meat, then. [Not a problem, really. There are plenty of fruits and vegetables in the world to make a buffet. And alcohol. Alcohol is important.] Won't be difficult to work within those boundaries, I'd say! I'll make a few calls this evening about the matter. Best to have things sorted plenty of time before the event itself.

[He's not asking. Probably won't even ask Chilton. It's so much better when people tell him on their own.]

[wizzardly]

I really do have to thank you for this. You'll be quite the help, I've been at something of a loss scrambling to put it all together. But I think I'm starting to pull the pieces in.

Let me know if you - ...'ve got questions. Or anything.

[he'd almost offered to help, before remembering how much he'd prefer shedding as much responsibility from himself as possible. Anyway, March seems a capable fellow. Ghost. ...Ghost-fellow.]

[idesof]

Nonsense, nonsense! I enjoy you and Frederick. This is a favor! A favor I'm happy to give.

[One that will be returned at some point, somehow, some way. Even if that's just by getting an afternoon alone with his bae Luggage uwu;;]

I'll be certain to contact you if I run into any problems, yes. Will that be all for now, Rincewind?

[wizzardly]

[despite himself, Rincewind finds himself... a might touched. That's just a kind thing to hear. Rincewind still tends to look on kind gestures with suspicion, but... well, this world has encouraged more leniency there. So he'll even allow himself a slight smile.]

I think so, yes. I'll see you then. And we'll... both look forward to seeing you, too.