And given that Scrooge was Magica's -- and by extension Poe's -- personal slave, who did he think was going to have to clean that up?

Not right away at least. Scrooge hurried to the library to get those chores done, then rushed to the kitchen for the next set of chores. The cook glowered at him, muttering about lazy slaves being rewarded and being especially sickened by a McDuck getting special treatment. Scrooge just went about his duties and prayed for an easy end of his day.

No such luck. He had to deliver a before bedtime snack to Poe's room. He held the tray in one hand as he knocked on the door.

"Master, I brought something for you form the kitchens."