Of course he doesn't have an impressive sense of smell, he's human. It's why she was so curious to know what he smelled on her. Malia considers his answer and finds it acceptable; there are worse things to smell like, after all.

Like Mrs Brown's poodle. That thing smelled like rotten tomatoes and wet dog nearly one hundred percent of the time.

"Cool." Malia crosses her legs at the ankle, swinging them back and forth from her perch on the table.

"So ghosts are real? Why are you trying to exorcise them?"