Dru sniffed. “There’s that smell!”
“Missed it?” Cryton asked.
“Maybe,” Dru smiled. “Did great-grandfather ever say why everything comes out smelling like that, yet putting in anything porcine makes the bag go crazy?”
Cryton shrugged, toes now clad in warm, bacon-scented wool. “Nope. Maybe ‘cause it’s made from a demon-pig?”
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