AN: I looked it up. Apparently it smells exactly as I described it.
1. Who is the fussy eater and who will eat food even if they've dropped it on the floor.
The first thing Helga noticed when she stepped into their apartment was the smell; rotted onions mixed with turpentine with an added spray of old sweaty gym socks.
She gagged, dropping the grocery bag in her hand and raced for the windows. She threw open the closest one and shoved her head out, gasping in deeps breaths of air.
It was no use; the smell was in her throat. She could almost taste it. It was a wonder how she hadn't hurled yet.
She pulled her head back in, leaving the window open to get rid of the smell.
"Arnold!"
She followed the smell, stopping by the door where she'd dropped the bag and picked up the bag of pork rinds. She had to get that taste out of her mouth.
She found him in the kitchen eating what could only be described as small globs of fat, while reading a book.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed, hurrying past him to open the windows in the kitchen. "What the hell is that and how can you eat that stuff, it stinks!"
He didn't even look up from his book as he popped another piece into his mouth.
"It's called durian and it's actually pretty good despite the smell. Don't knock it till you try it."
She retreated to the farthest end of the kitchen and ripped open the bag of pork rinds. She popped a couple into her mouth, anything to get rid of the lingering rancid taste.
"That'll never happen," she muttered, pulling out another handful. "What even possessed you to try it in the first place with that smell?!"
He bit into another piece and glanced over at her, his other finger holding his place in the book.
"Trust me, when you grow up with Grandma's cooking you learn to stop fearing food." He nodded towards the bag she held. "You've got room to talk, you're literally eating friend pork fat."
"Anything to get the rotted gym sock taste out of my mouth."
She popped a couple more into her mouth and one escaped, falling to the floor.
"Don't you dare!" he warned.
She picked the pork rind from the floor, blew on it and ate it.
"That is so gross."
"Eh, five second rule, it's fine."
"And you talk about my food. You'd better not sleepwalk tonight after eating those. I am not chasing you down the street at three am."
She gave him a grin. "Idiot, I share the same bed with you, where am I gonna sleepwalk to?"
Folding up the bag, she walked back across the kitchen, touching his shoulder as she passed.
"I'm going into the bedroom to get away from this smell. Make sure you throw that outside when you're finished and brush your teeth! I am not kissing what smells like a rotting corpse!"
Arnold watched her leave the kitchen, a half-smirk on his face, before going back to his book and his fruit.
"Whatever you say, Helga."