"How about this one?"
Phineas leaned forward slightly, wrinkling his too-big nose upon taking a whiff of Isabella's proffered candle.
A frown creased Isabella's brow. "That's another no, then?"
Phineas nodded, his face contorted in distaste with the overwhelming aroma of banana nut bread, toasted coconut, and hazelnut. He took the candle from Isabella's outstretched hand. "And besides," he commented sarcastically upon reading the label, "as certain as I am that this particular scent would fit marvelously in our den, I'm not exactly comfortable with a fragrance named 'Smell My Nuts.'"
