Kalysto: *works at his desk as the time passes, cutting up herbs and other various tasks that won’t cause dangerous fumes, explosions or smoke to be omitted. He continues to work until he catches a whiff of the funny scent, looking around, wondering what has gone bad* Hey, er. Holly is it? Go check on the tubers. I think they might have died.
Holly: *sniffs the air* I don’t think that’s plants. It smells like, well, shit.