This story is set at the beginning of the light fantastic where our charectors are still lost in the forrest after being thrown of the discworld.
Yes the ending is rubbish but it was supposed to be like that.
My first discworld. :-)
The Value of a Nice Hot Cup of Tea
Rincewind and Twoflower sat down in the middle of a cluster of trees. Both of them were parched but there was no sign of water anywhere. Just as Rincewind was ready to give up, he noticed his companion was smiling.
He hated it when he did that. No matter what situation they get into, Twoflower would always be smiling wether they are at knife point or behind bars, he still smiles.
"Rincewind?" asked Twoflower. "what would you do for a cup of tea?"
"What?" Of all the things he could have asked, it had to draw attention to the existence of water. Just typical. It wasn't that Rincewind actually liked tea, it was just very appealing when you haven't had a drink in several long days.
"Well, say I said 'I have a nice hot cup of tea with milk and sugar and everything,' what would you do for it?"
"Well I'd kill you and run away with it of coarse. Or wait until you are asleep and take it from you then."
"But say it was too hard for you, I become invincable or something, what would you do?"
"I'd fake my own death of thirst until you force it down my throat just to keep me alive." Rincewind laughed, "and then I'd hope to god you have some food as I die of starvation."
"Fine," Twoflower pulled a face, "Be that way. You have just successfuly managed to ruin a perfectly good conversation. I hope you enjoy your nice and awkward silence. Come luggage."
A large oblong chest suddenly stood up with its many legs and ran after its master, who wandered into the forest, alongside a very confused Rincewind.
"Twoflower? Why did you ask? You dont actualy have any tea do you? Twoflower?" Rincewind hurried after Twoflower indesperation.
"I might have." He stopped and turned to luggage, who almost collided with him in the sudden change of pace. "But we may have to save it for now. We're obviously not all that thirsty are we?"
Rincewind pointed his staff at his friend who just laughed at him and said: "Oh please. I've seen you use that thing and not once have you been able to do anything with it. I'm not impressed. Now if you can be a little more civilised, I might pour us a drink."
Yes, Rincewind thought, finaly a drink, i thought i would die.
"On one condition of coarse." Twoflower grinned again. "You have to give me your staff."
Rincewind was shocked. Never had he been asked to give up his staff.without it, he was just an idiot in a dunce hat. But he was in a major desporation.
"Fine," he said eventualy. "Take it. It's not as if the thing actualy works anyway."
Twoflower took a large cylindar out of the chest and passed it to Rincewind, who passed over his staff.
"What is this thing?" Rincewind inspected it as if he had just discovered a new species of rock.
"I made it. It opens into a cup at the top see? You put something hot inside and it stays hot for weeks and weeks. I call it the 'Fire of Liquids And Soup Kontainer' or 'FLASK' for short." Twoflower smiled at his ingenuousness but soon his grin bent backwards. "Rincewind? If this staff doesn't work... why is it flashing like this?"
Just as Rincewind was lifting the cup, they were both engulfed by light, which then brought them to an area of pure darkness. Also, the tea and staff had gone.
"Rincewind? Where are we?"
"I'm thirsty."