The first thing Dahlia's mind took in was the smell of baking, bringing to mind cooler weather and warmer flavors. Cinnamon. That's what it was. She smelled cinnamon. Slowly her eyes drifted open, the world shades of black and gray spots until her vision cleared. She could feel someone gently cradling her, warm arms holding her, but it took several rapid blinks for her to realize who it was - enough that a blush flared across her cheeks. "Sorry." She started - and then it all came flooding back.

And then she realized what he was waving in front of her face - "Is that cinnamon?" Dahlia asked incredulously, her eyes widening. Had she been watching the scene and not the participant who had just swooned she would have laughed at the site. But really, it was rather ingenious.