Mrs. Loaf hums as she walked down the sidewalk, eventually finding The Head Government Building, she walked in, as if there wasn't any nuclear weapons being developed here. Sure, this isn't a place for some old lady from Sobakistan, but Mrs. Loaf isn't just some old lady from Sobakistan. She then stopped at the administration desk and cleared her throat "Excuse me. Is that darling Marshal-President in?" Mrs. Loaf said to the receptionist, who had a confused look on his face, she then placed a scarf on the desk "I made this and I want to give it to him, he said it gets cold when he has to stand on a podium during the summer months, and I don't want him to get sick now do I?"