I had a dream in which I was running, this morning. Perhaps this explains why I woke up with a sore throat (which, by the way, is already feeling much better) -- I must have been panting or something.
Scene in public eatery (paraphrased & name-switched):
Me: [sniffs air] What's that smell? It smells like someone smoking.
Sugarfrost: [recoils] It smells like... burning chicken.
Me & Butterbiter: How do you know what burning chicken smells like?
Sugarfrost: My mom made a chicken soup once where she was cooking the chicken, and it burned.
Me: Oh, I thought for a second you meant your live chickens.
Sugarfrost: Actually, there was a fire in their coop once, when they were really small. All but two were too stupid to leave when that happened.
Butterbiter: How did that smell?
Sugarfrost: It was mostly just sad. They were still all fluffy and adorable.
Me: [sniffs air again] I still think it smells more like cigarette smoke than burning chickens. Unless...
The purpose of that dialogue was to give some background for the following pixel art, which I made shortly after the above conversation:
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Haha... I really loved the... script?
ReplyDeleteOne exchange, at least the way I read it, made me ponder the many degrees of sadness and how each might smell depending on the circumstance. :)
Butterbite: How did that smell?
Sugarfrost: It was mostly just sad.