She produced a bucket of water, and held it out toward Broussard. (Patreon)

"Dunk your head in here, and open your eyes…” The suspicious private, annoyed, did as she was told. “So anyway, when these dullards came charging into Dacquoise, I had to think of a way to keep them out of my workshop. So I nicked a couple dozen pies, coated them in the pepper, and built this.”