It had been kind of a weird day as far as Lennon was concerned. As he was getting his food, he'd overheard a couple of people talking about weird smells, and he'd experienced that too. Upstairs, if he'd closed his eyes he would've thought they were back at the beach. There was snow outside, so why was he smelling the damned ocean? Not that it was a bad smell, just strange for the circumstances. Then, while he'd been in the theater checking for a certain DVD he wanted to watch sometime, he'd smelled beer very strongly. No sign of a spill or a half-full bottle that had been left behind, so who knew? Yeah, weird.
With his plate loaded, he moved into the dining room in time to hear the last girl who'd spoken's remark. "I would've been okay with butterflies," he said as he took his seat. They were a good bug as far as bugs went.