Aye, well, that's the thing. There doesn't seem to be that much out of place, except for us.

[Unless she wants to count the fact he's wearing a kilt, but that's not really something that's occurring to him right now. As far as he's concerned, it's perfectly normal. More normal than goggles and gloves, at any rate, and he tilts his head slightly as he takes those in.]

What would smelling fudge have to do with anything, though? You're not making some, are you?