"Is that smell at every school? It's pretty gross. Mostly the stuff they use whenever kids throw up - which is every day it seems." Navi wrinkled her nose. "I wear this perfumey stuff, so whenever it gets too bad, I just smell my wrist. People probably think I'm crazy." She put her hand on his arm and then walked it up to his shoulder. "Turn your head."
It was a scented oil she'd found while walking around one day. A street vendor had said she had to have it, and they'd been right. It was cinnamon and honeysuckle, which made no sense until someone smelled them.