Fool's Journey

"Uh... what? Guys, I haven't worked with anything related to Vanilla since... like. Two weeks ago." Freddie frowns.

 

"... are you suuuuure." Kainze inclines his head towards him. "When I met you, you smelled like pee-fountain-clock and blood and... Vanilla!"

 

".....no." Freddie frowns.

 

"I still smell the Vanilla." Mischa admits, and sips her drink. "... and I also smell the dusty old book smell. But I wasn't gonna say anything about that one."

 

Freddie frowns. "....oookay. that's. Strange." He hums. "...does that... happen with anything else?"

 

"The vanilla smell?" Mischa asks, confused. "Yeah. With vanilla... oh. And the wand I bought kind smelled like vanilla... and it tingles when I touch it."

"It just smelled like quartz and blood when I found you in the fountain. A lot of stuff you get from the hippie shop smells though." Kainze says. "Even my necklace still smells."

 

"....Kainze, I need you to sniff your cane and the jaguar." Fred says deadpan.

 

"I already sniffled them!"

 

"Do it again, for science, Kainze," Freddie urges.

 

"Spot spells like cat and blood and sorta like dusty books but not as much as Rosie." He picks up his cane and makes a show of sniffing along it's length. "Smells like wood, and not as much vanilla as it did earlier."

 

"....okay. That's... probably..." He squints. "...you're both using a spell to ID magic and supernatural things around you..."

 

Rosie goes slightly pink, excusing herself into the house and grabbing a chicken, mumbling about 'breakfast'.

 

"How? We don't know a spell like that."

"... I just like smelling things." Kainze shrugs.

 

"Apparently you do... wait. Is that why you called me Mr. Vanilla?!"

 

"Yes. It's how I knew it was you."

 

"Uh. Yeah. Apparently you kids triggered some spells beforehand... huh. Cool."

 

"Natural born witches~." Kainze grins proudly.

 

"So how many weird people have you smelled?"

 

"... If I'm smelling people; I'm the weird one. But, yeah, a few."

 

He nods. "Huh."