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[Shortly thereafter, your amazing butler returns from his excursion-- dripping wet, but the pile of neatly folded blankets he has gathered from all over the place (through great hardship, he might add) remain dry (an even more impressive feat). Ciel, even in his pathetic sickly state, probably doesn't need four blankets all to himself, but they can always distribute the leftover ones among the population and pretend like they're kind, charitable people.]
[Keywords!! Look, look, he did so well:] I apologise for keeping you waiting, young master. [What, ten minutes?]