Illya considered that, rereading the questions. Shrugging, he began filling it out.

"She does seem to dislike being idle."

"Like you aren't the same way? And speak of the devil."

Napoleon had looked up at the light rap on their doorframe to see Miss Zandrous standing there with a wide grin.

"Could I get an opinion from you gentlemen on a new scent? Just sniff the sample and tell me who it makes you think of - if anyone."

Each took one of the tiny vials before opening and sniffing. She started chuckling when they answered in unison.

"Mister Waverly."