Then it is good he was able to stay out of trouble in this circumstance.

[heaven knows there have been more than enough difficulties brought down on them - on everyone, to be fair, but having been confined with the Frasers... perhaps Linneus feels a little bias. The pastry gets torn into smaller pieces on his plate, but Linneus at least makes sure he pops one into his mouth before he gets too distracted, chasing it down with a sip of tea.]

I was trying-- I'm worried someone might be left behind. That there might be some of us missing...