Blackadder's Office, Thursday, 3/31

If anybody wanted Edmund today, they'd find him (after a late arrival due to not bloody feeling like getting up) collapsed over his desk, fast asleep, with a similarly slumbering Baldrick on the floor at...the hotel room, and Baldrick wasn't so much slumbering as out cold after Edmund threw a large pink rainboot (don't ask) at his head.

Edmund hadn't been up all night with a malfunctioning droidbaby, just a rather excellent bottle of brandy.

[Door is closed, but unlocked!]