'No, not that,' said Ridcully.
'Appetite?' said Ponder. 'Weight?'
'Something like that... Ah, gravitas. Oh, yes, lots of gravitas. We aren't the kind of fellows who run around chasing strange birds. I'll see you after lunch. And now I have other matters to deal with.'
'Yes, Archchancellor,' said Ponder. 'Oh, and, um... What about the proposed football match?'
'Regrettably, it appears that it will have to wait until they have rebuilt the university.'
'That's a shame, Archchancellor,' said Ponder.
He carried on with the calculation until the very last figures danced into place, made sure the Archchancellor had left, gave a very small smile, which you might not have noticed had you not expected it, and then pulled another ledger towards him.
It was another good day.
It is now!