As Long As They’re Not Smelling Colors

(We are all in the living room doing various things. I’ve just returned home for summer break. My dad makes a cup of tea.)

Me: “Whatever tea you’ve made smells like…”

Brother and Sister: *simultaneously* “Casserole?”

Me: “Ew, what? No, like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Like, specifically that.”

Dad: “Oookay…”

Sister: “I mean, the pizza we made last night smelled like pumpkin pie to me.”

Me: “Uh, what?”

Sister: “Maybe there’s just like… bad smell acoustics in here or something?”

All Of Us: *laughs*

Me: “Bad smell acoustics? Okay, sis, if you say so.” *laughs*