That smell was intoxicating. Archer took a subtle breath in, until he felt dizzy, then let it go. He loved the smell of spices in cooking. Maybe when he got back to his Brother's house he could start using spices again. Travelling the world didn't offer much space to cook in.

He watched as she pulled a nice looking carpet out, and tried to help her. Feeling the beating sun against his skin, he said "Oh good choice. I wouldn't like to sit on a hot black carpet either," he said. Holding his hand out, indicating she could get on, he said "Ladies first," with his bright smile on his face. "You don't get air-sick, do you?"