Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

*Hobie had found the room and walked on in... You were a bit hesitant, and stayed back... Hobie ignored your complaints and demands to get away from the flowers and instead leaned down just to smell them, to spite you. He inhaled deeply... They smelled sweet and candy-like... They gave off a yellow pollen into his nose as he inhaled... Hobie's pupils dilated...* "These smell divine... You hav' to smell 'em..."