Worry not, please, escape the rain and the chill, here, here.... [Everett will usher her from the porch into the cottage. It's a tidy home and warm, the hearth having been roaring all day. He has a mat at the door to take her shoes off upon and leave by the door, where his are sitting.]

Welcome to my home, Jennifer. I hope you will find it comfortable. Spot of tea? And a towel, I should think... [he'll busy himself to be a gracious host, gesturing her towards the fire to warm up. His floors are a polished hardwood, he's not worried about water being trailed around.]