Book One, Chapter Three, Post Nine

Meanwhile, Terrence and Little Terry stand in the hall, talking with one another.

"That was a close call, Terrence!"

"Truer words were never spoken, Little Terry, and on a day I wore white pants! Still, a miss is as good as a mile, as they say.... That was almost as bad as the day I bought those meat wraps from the back of a Dwarven food cart. I won't do that again! Now, should we head back to the party and see if there's anything left to eat?"

"Oh, yes, let's!"