“Fortunately, we do not yet have supporters, so that this is not at present our problem, and I propose we go directly to the pies.”
There was a chorus of general agreement from the wizards. Food was their cup of tea, and if possible slice of cake too. Some of them were already watching the door in anticipation of the tea trolley.
Excerpt from Unseen Academicals, by Terry Pratchett (via toothyhalcyon)