“Try my left pocket,” said Ridcully, when they were well aloft. “There’s something that belongs to you, I believe.”
Nervously, well aware of what a wizard’s pocket might hold, Vimes pulled out a bunch of paper flowers, a string of flags of all nations… and a silver cigar case.
“Landed on the Bursar’s head,” said the Archchancellor, steering around a seagull. “I hope it’s not damaged.”
“It’s… fine,” said Vimes. “Thank you. “Er… I’ll put it back for now, shall I? Don’t seem to have any pockets on me at the moment.”
It found its way back, Vimes thought. We’re home.
“And a suit of ornamental armor landed in the High Energy Magic building,” Ridcully went on, “and, I am happy to report, it is–”
“Very badly bent out of shape?” said Vimes. Ridcully hesitated. He was well aware of Vimes’s feelings of gilt.
“Excessively, your grace. Completely bent out of shape because of quantum thingummies, I suspect,” he said.
– the gilt puns continue | Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
I wonder about Ridcully and Vimes a lot. They barely interact in the books but they always seem friendly when they do and Ridcully is the only person I can think of besides Fred Colon and Sybil who ever calls Vimes “Sam.” How long have they known each other?