[Waver, for his part, did pout.]

It's a clothes trunk. Do the math yourself.

[The fact that food at all was in the equation meant that Rincewind's meager wardrobe was constantly in need of being laundered-- and, unfortunately, neither of them had a spell to automate that.]

And all I'm saying is that the person I know who can talk to pokemon is a Fairy-type who is more annoying than you. That guy just doesn't know when to quit!