"What normally happens when you put strange things in your mouth," he retorts dryly. Explosive diarrhoea for three days. A general malaise. Why does he want to eat everything?

"Do I not smell nice already?" He probably smells faintly like cigarettes but there is a distinct lack of eau de moonshine and he's been using those sandalwood, cedar and peppermint soaps and shampoos Malcolm had brought back from Zelda's.

"Lavender is a natural relaxant; helps with sleep."