"It's almost a pity that you'll never find out."

Except for the part where it isn't.

Redglare puts on the appearance of considering her question, tilting her head to the side and sniffing thoughtfully. Which, yes, is something she can manage. She turns her face towards the edge of the courtblock and inhales the drop.

Black can smell like many things, and while her hair smells like licorice, the darkness at the bottom smells like ink.

She turns to Bela and grins.

"You can always try falling."