Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

It took a little time, but slowly, he sensed Furi relaxing into his company. He didn't look at her until he heard her head turn, and he glanced sidelong at her to meet her gaze. She smiled, and he responded with one of his own. It was rare that there was ever an actual upturn of his lips when he smiled, and even now it was lacking in his expression. But those that knew him could see the softening of his eyes that told of his pleasure.

Artaax looked away again as Furi began to groom herself. He kept his gaze out towards the sea, simply watching the ocean waves sweep in and away, over and over again. The odd scent was still coming off of her, and so instead of puzzling over why any liked her, he began to puzzle over the scent. There was something else intermingled in it - the smell of... someone else. It was so odd. It bothered him. Still, he allowed his friend a few minutes of peace to tend to her ankle and any other aches or pains she saw fit. It was only when she lifted her head again that he decided to ask a completely innocuous question of her.

"Why do you smell so strange?" he said casually, breaking the comfortable silence between them in an effort to engage in an equally comfortable conversation. He's very naive.