Sweet. Something sweet was cooking, and the scent of it wafted out from the kitchen into the hallway. Although she had been walking to the library, Edea made a sudden sharp turn and headed toward the smell. She sniffed the air at the entrance to the kitchen, catching a whiff of something else as well. Charred barbecue? Luckily, it was masked well by the sweet sauce, like a woman doused with a little too much perfume.

"Is anyone in here?" She asks, squinting as she walked into the hazy kitchen. Was something on fire? It was certainly hot enough. Smoke tickled Edea's throat. She coughed into her fist and waved a hand to disperse it. An exercise in futility.