Edward's slowly ticking brain was stirred by a smell that he was sure he recognized. 'Yes!' Sniff, sniff. 'Yes-yes!' He could feel his nasal passages clearing themselves. There was a tingle in his olfactory bulb. His head seemed filled with the thick scent of goats, milk sheds and wild smilax. 'Oh-mmn--yes!' And then, quite without warning (and preceded by a long loud yawn), a single word popped out of Edward's mouth--'touloumotyri.'