While Veronica was still in despair of how her future seemed bleak, Zareth's expression changed. His eyes narrowed faintly, the faintest crease appearing between his brows. He inhaled deeply once. Then again.
Veronica stared at him in confusion. What was he doing?!
Zareth's lips curved, though his voice dropped to a curious murmur. "Interesting. I smell something."
Curious she asked, "What smell?!"
He leaned in closer, sniffing once by her shoulder, then by her hair, his dark gaze flickering strangely. "It's warm, savory like roasted chicken fresh from the fire."
"Roasted chicken?!" Veronica yelped.
"Yes," Zareth said with complete seriousness. "Delicious. Tempting. Almost… irresistible."
Veronica's face went pale. "Wait, hold up, are you saying I smell like food?!"
The system beeped, practically rolling on the floor laughing. "Pfft due to the shock earlier, your soul is practically eminating a burning smell. Haha, maybe you really are just a walking dinner plate!"
