From bc305af6523c85d1c901d77c0bf4d912794b9495 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 7 Nov 2021 00:00:04 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md index 1e8dc671..cce50b72 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/004.md @@ -206,7 +206,7 @@ Ioan made a face. "I'd rather coffee." Ey grinned as she held the flower in both paws like a tray carrying food. -"But that is not what I like about them. Let me tell you, now that you are awake, the things that I whispered to you to bring about this story. The things I suggested, as you put it. What I love is their scent." She held it up for em to sniff. "They smell like muffins. How can anything that smells like muffins be bad?" +"But that is not what I like about them. I am telling you, now that you are awake, the things that I whispered to you to bring about this story. The things I suggested, as you put it. What I love is their scent." She held it up for em to sniff. "They smell like muffins. How can anything that smells like muffins be bad?" Ey breathed deep of that scent. There was, indeed, the scent of some baked sweet bread, but that was layered atop a vegetal scent. It was not unpleasant, but not precisely like a muffin. Ey decided not to share this opinion with May.