You lift the dome slowly, cautiously—and are immediately enveloped in a wave of warm, savoury aroma. It hits you like a memory you didn’t know you had: smoky, sweet, and unmistakably Canadian.

You lean in and take a deep sniff. Peameal bacon. Golden-edged, perfectly crisped, and still steaming gently in the cold air.

Behind you, the Keeper of the Ice clears his throat, his voice echoing slightly off the frosted walls. “That,” he says, gesturing toward the plate with something like reverence, “is from the 1923 Royal Bacon Exchange. A rare vintage. It sings at night.”

You glance at him, unsure if he’s joking.

He isn’t.

You carefully wrap the peameal bacon and tuck it into your pouch, where it nestles in beside your other culinary treasures, radiating quiet dignity.

✅ You now have (make note):

• Peameal Bacon (Royal Exchange Edition—may hum softly after sundown)

The freezer hums. The Keeper nods. And your quest continues, one delicious step at a time.