Coconut!
“Err…” chewing on her lower lip, the Magister lost herself inthought. Not being one for most of the ‘standard feminine’ basics, perfume wasabout as lost on her as makeup was. “Oh! One of my colleagues gave me thisbottle of vanilla lavender perfume she mixed up herself. That was pretty nice,though for the life of me I can’t remember where I last saw it.” Without botheringwith farewells, Alexandria turned and departed, muttering about the recollectedbottle of perfume.







