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Carrot smiled, and then nodded at the cook behind the counter and cleared his throat noisily.
'I think I might have a throat sweet somewhere -' Angua began.
'I was ordering breakfast,' said Carrot.
'You know the menu off by heart?'
'Oh, yes. But it's written on the wall as well.'
Angua turned and looked again at what she'd thought were merely random scratches.
'It's Oggham,' said Carrot. 'An ancient and poetic runic script whose origins are lost in the mists of time but it's thought to have been invented even before the Gods.'
'Gosh. What does it say?'
Carrot really cleared his throat this time.

'Soss, egg, beans and rat, 12p
Soss, rat and fried slice 10p
Cream-cheese rat 9p
Rat and beans 8p
Rat and ketchup 7p
Rat 4p'

Men at Arms
Terry Pratchett