The room is heavy with the fresh scent of lemon. You gesture at the source of the mouth-watering scent to come closer.
Grinning, Lemony Mouse approaches. They kneel on the floor by the sofa so their head is level with yours. You take this opportunity to inhale deeply. A content sigh escapes you.
"I'm a very aromatic meal, aern't I?" Lemony Mouse comments.
"Yeah, but I ordered you to eat, not smell," you remind your dinner and yourself.
As if agreeing with you, your tummy rumbles.
Scent isn't enough. What now?
