Chicken Parmesan. It had to be.

Eyes closed, an anticipatory grin upon his face, he inhaled deeply; wholly. It entered his nose, his being… the wonderful melange of bubbling cheese, of basil, of marinara, of breaded, pan-fried, mouth-watering chicken. It was Chicken Parmesan. Definitely.

Though – there was no reason his passed gas should have smelled like that.