Writer's Block

Foedus cautiously took a mouthful of the steak, chewed it thoughtfully and swallowed.

"This is excellent, Master."
"Take a piece from the middle."
"As you command, Mistress."

A moment later another mouthful was his, devoured eagerly. A short distance away sat the Aldernaks, studying him intently and looking for any sign of ill-health.

He grinned happily at them and took a mouthful of wine.

"Absolutely delicious steak. And the wine - superb!"
"Enough!"

Mr Aldernak snapped his fingers, and a minute later he and his wife were devouring their own steaks. Suddenly, Sophie stopped eating and sat up straight. There was a brief little gulping noise, then a deafening belch escaped from her mouth and terrorised the other diners. They stared at her, surprised.
She turned slightly pink for a moment, then gathered her composure.

Then she turned in her seat and stared pointedly at Foedus.

"You!"
"Er...Mistress?"
"Hand over the antidote, now!"
"Antidote, Mistress? But 'twas only a burp!"

Mr Aldernak stood up.

"Are you suggesting that my dear lady wife would lower herself so?"
"Er..."

At this point Mr Aldernak himself let out a powerful burp.

"Egads! You've poisoned both of us! Grab him!"
"B-but..!"

Two of the guests grabbed his arms, and pushed him face-first against the wall. Mr Aldernak walked closer, and frisked him thoroughly.
"Ok, where is it? Where's the damn antidote?!"
"There's no poison, Master!"
"I don't believe you. You have precisely five seconds to confess before I slit your throat."
"But..!"
"One."
"There's no poison!"
"Two."
"Please, Master, I'm begging you!"
"Three."
"Oh, please, no!"
"Four."
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll tell! It's in the wine I drank! The wine!"
"Wise choice."

Mr Aldernak handed the wine glass to his wife.

"After you, my dear."
"Thank you, Robert."

She drank half the glass, then handed it to him.

"Ah, much better! I can feel the poison fading already. Servants! Dispose of this steak at once!"

Sophie turned to the two men that were holding Foedus.

"Throw him out of the window - he'll have plenty of time to repent on the way down."
"What?! No!!!"

He struggled desperately against his captors, but to no avail. A minute later, a dwindling scream marked his departure.

As the Aldernaks and their guests resumed eating their first course, the kitchen staff quietly but quickly made their exit. When Mr Aldernak burst into the kitchen twenty minutes later in a rage, all he found was a large pot of rapidly-cooling baked beans.

The first story for a while - it could do with a bit more work but I need to post something