Headache

Vetinari watched the street from above. Below, the city cogs were in a gridlock; a cart of vegetables had spilled and what began as a simple problem had escalated into a complete halt. Were he the type, Vetinari would have put a hand to his forehead and sighed.

Habitual

"Make the tea Ma- Agnes."

"Were you about to call me Magarat?"

"I was about to do no such thing!"

Agnes smiled as she caught Nanny's eye but didn't press her luck. Moments like that though were worth putting up with Granny.

Roses

Vimes heard the scream from the back of the house. Someone had set off the miniature (non-lethal) Piecemaker he put there. He sighed and hoped the rosebushes were alright. Sybil liked those.

Career

Juliet was baking pies. Granted, she wasn't very good at it; if modeling didn't work out, she might have a career making dwarf bread.

Romantic

Cheery had given Angua yet another romance novel. Whoever this "Gladys" author was, neither she nor Cheery realized that kissing in the rain was in no way romantic for a werewolf.

Starvation

"Don't touch that Nobby!"

Nobby put down the kebob. "Why?"

Colon whispered confidentially. "We're in Klatch now Nobby. You can't go around eating foreign food! It might be… poisonous."

"But they're eatin' it Sarge."

"Well, that's different. They've gotta whatchacallit. Immunity."

Rules

If people wondered why Sweeper smiled as he worked, they didn't ask. If they would, he would answer that everyone forgot Rule One at some point of another.

Obsession

Leonard had the kind of mind that would never be satisfied. Yet here he was, totally happy with his lot in life.

Dreams

If Carrot was the leader the city dreamed of, then Angua was interested in knowing what that made her.

Two

There had to be three witches; too bad Agnes was enough for two people.

Expectations

"Well?"

"Well what?"

Vetinari almost smiled. "Do I live up to your expectations?"

Vimes could only stare at his new boss.

Dangerous

AS it turned out, Carcer really had stolen a loaf of bread – and killed three people on the way out.

Wet

Angua steeped into the relative dryness of the Watch House and resisted the urge to shake herself dry.

Chapter eleven! :) And more to come!

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