Sherman sniffed the air. “It smells like… cupcakes.”
Ellen took in a deep breath, concentrating on everything around her. “It does. Quite a bit.” She looked around for any sign of cream frosting and vanilla, but there were no man-mad confections anywhere near them. She inhaled again, slower this time. “In fact, I can’t smell anything else.”
Nodding, Sherman looked around them. Usually the rain forest floor smelled of wet wood and dung and exotic animals and waxy, thick leaves. And right now, it smelled like… cupcakes. “I think we’d do well to leave this place.”
Ellen followed after him.