"Worse and worse," Susan mutters. "And I thought that school was unsettling. No, we don't have amusement parks on the Disc, and that's probably just as well, if this is any indication." She is reminded suddenly of Buddy and the whole Music With Rocks In business. She's pretty sure that if anyone ever did launch a Discworld amusement park, C.M.O.T. Dibbler's grubby fingers would be attached to it somewhere.

"Still. It sounds like we have food and shelter. Don't know what I'm going to do without a change of clothes, but I'll figure something out." She bends over and picks up the poker from where she dropped it when she saw Psyche; she needs something to fiddle with, and its weight is at least a little reassuring.