Victoria’s face scrunched up in disgust at Alex’s example. “[i]Seriously?[/i] I’d say ‘unique’ is putting it lightly, then.” She glanced to the doorway. “No offence, or anything,” she added hastily, just in case. The last thing she wanted was to get on the bad side of someone trying to help her. 
	When Alex began to gag, Victoria looked at him with a mix of shock and concern. But before she could ask what was wrong, the smell wafted to her. She jumped from the chair and stepped further from the fridge, trying to put as much distance between her and the cause of the rancid odor as she could. She could only imagine how much worse it must smell to him.
	As sour as it was, the smell was, all the same, a happy distraction.
	“Technically,” she began in a strained voice, covering her mouth and nose with the collar of her shirt, waiting for the smell to dissipate, “it’s probably closer to dinner by now.”
	“Yeah, yeah.” She made a show of rolling her eyes at his recommendation. “Rub it in.”