The scent Kira catches, now that Karen points it out, starts as subtle as it is strange for the setting: the starchy smell of rice, nearly cooked. Under that, a sharp and peaty soup base. Following his nose to Karen's side, he lifts a curved finger beneath an errant bud, lavender petals moving over his knuckle.

For just a moment, unmistakable, it smells like he's unwrapped a piece of bubblegum and raised it to his own mouth.

"Weird scent for a flower," he comments, eyes narrowing from the bottom. "Is this one of Mark's new herbal remedies? Mental acuity and shit?"