"Shoot... I should come here sometime for a snack. Might make my travelling a bit quicker with just how much sugar's in the air," he whispered, taking a whiff. Sickeningly sweet or not, my sweet tooth's going mad. Doesn't help much that I haven't eaten in... uh... well actually, probably a few days. Ate enough to feed an army last week. An image of his dream came back to him, threatening to flip his stomach end over end, a groan escaping him as he held it still. "Ohhh, don't think about that..."