Carlton House Kitchen, London, 1799ish*, Just Before Teatime

[prof_of_cunning]

The cleaning bucket he'd almost tripped over preceded Edmund Blackadder down the stairs, but sadly his petulant kick was too wobbly to arc it the full length of the kitchen and into Baldrick's head; he settled for tossing a half-peeled potato once he reached the table, but the bonk wasn't nearly as effective

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[showmetheproof]

*cackles with glee, delight, and relish, hands over relish to Baldrick*

[prof_of_cunning]

Are you quite certain you want to give him things which could be made into actual food, madame?

[magdaofslovenia]

Point. I don't want to be responsible for the next outbreak of botulism, do I?

Make sure he knows not to share it. Or, well. Use it as a body soap?