Syrup: "I just smelled a smell that wasn't even here. It was entirely of my own imagination."
HB: "What was it?"
S: "It wasn't a thing, really. I was smelling a place in time."
HB: "You are the only person who can smell time."
S: "I'm okay with that."
HB: "Yeah, it's a pretty good power. You'd just be like, *sniff sniff*, "It's 3:36." You'd never have to carry a watch."
