[Blackadder isn't the worst thing he's ever been called, so he doesn't mind it much.]

My pleasure, Hot Stud.

[He hums his agreement in regards to the survival kits -- they are, without a doubt, absolute shit.]

I expected boots, at least.

[There's a brief pause and some static as he rummages for something in the background.]

My home for the evening has a few spare blankets. Perhaps I'll try smothering mine and get back to you on the effectiveness.