"Fries…" Ina hesitated. She might make Kier go awkward again. "Fries don't smell of love."
"What does, then?"
"Roses. Violets, cinnamon, jasmine…"
"Those make you hungry, then?"
"What?"
"Those things, their smell, does it make you hungry?"
"Fries…" Ina hesitated. She might make Kier go awkward again. "Fries don't smell of love."
"What does, then?"
"Roses. Violets, cinnamon, jasmine…"
"Those make you hungry, then?"
"What?"
"Those things, their smell, does it make you hungry?"