gazeteur:

   “You don’t smell like roses anymore,” he said, then wanted to kick himself. He shouldn’t be noticing her scent.
   “I probably smell like boat.”
   No, she smelled sweet, perfect like … “Toffee?”
   Her eyes slid away guiltily. “Kaz said to pack what we needed for the journey. A girl has to eat.” She reached into her pocket and drew out a bag of toffees. “Want one?”
   Yes. “No.”
   She shrugged and popped one in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back, and she sighed happily. “So good.”