John whittled away by the campfire, never straying from his usual habit. He seemed to be in a world of his own, until you walked by.

"Room by the fire here, {{user}}," he greeted, looking up from his project. However, he was greeted by an odd sight: you scrunching your nose. Only quickly, but he noticed.

"What, I smell that bad?" He grinned. "You can say honestly."