"Excellent logic," Branwen replied. "And thank you for that note. I'll be sure to avoid it." Rooms that smelled odd were probably not a good thing. It was probably harmless, but after almost six years of the magical world, Branwen had learned not to underestimate things that looked harmless.
Branwen sighed. "I suppose. I've no intention of it, but when hormones run high..." She shrugged. "It makes sense in it's own way, if the rooms are generally quiet."
There was a moment of stillness, until a rising bubble in Maeve's potion popped with a thick wet noise best described as a 'glump'. Branwen started slightly, and reminded of her status as an interruption, and likely a distraction, said, "I should leave you to deal with that."