Vetinari chooses one of his least scruffy robes, though it is still a bit old and worn. He had already sent someone to secure tickets for himself and his guest, but he checks on them anyway. Yes, they did get the tickets, good. He gathers his cane and awaits his guest's arrival.
((On my way to work, and I'm spending the night at a friend's, but I'll reply off and on. *Grins*))