Blackadder's Office: Thursday, 3/17
Edmund in his office. Edmund was not green.
Edmund was not green because Baldrick had beaten him to the tea this morning, and after belting his assistant round the earhole with a baguette for it, he'd sussed out that the new skin-colour wasn't (sadly) a sign of incipient gangrene, but a reaction to the drink.
Edmund was quite pleased to be not green -- and rather chuffed that he'd hit on the brilliant idea of having Baldrick taste things for him in the future to avoid any of Fandom's little eccentricities that might have invaded the food.
He was, however, a little thirsty.
[Door and post open!]
Edmund was not green because Baldrick had beaten him to the tea this morning, and after belting his assistant round the earhole with a baguette for it, he'd sussed out that the new skin-colour wasn't (sadly) a sign of incipient gangrene, but a reaction to the drink.
Edmund was quite pleased to be not green -- and rather chuffed that he'd hit on the brilliant idea of having Baldrick taste things for him in the future to avoid any of Fandom's little eccentricities that might have invaded the food.
He was, however, a little thirsty.
[Door and post open!]