The Butler places your bag on a table nearby and holds out your coat so you can slip your arms into it. 

Doing so causes you to catch another whiff of whatever is being cooked up and your stomach grumbles in protest. As you grab your bag you attempt to console it with the reminder of the second granola bar you have waiting for you back in your car. 

You bid the Butler adieu and step outside, only to be greeted with another gust of bone-chilling wind. Faced with a long, and scarf-less walk back to your car, you turn around and face the Butler.

"Actually, I think I will take you up on your offer to show me Nivea's work." 

You follow the Butler back into the comfort of the warm foyer, click here.

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