The scent. He'd know that scent. Anywhere. His head sprang up, sniffing around. He had turned back into his own form now. His golden hair was blocking his face. He followed it to the kitchen, where he finds her. He pushes his hair to a ponytail and chuckles a bit, smiling brightly. His voice was butter, his accent even more so.
"Out of all people, I didn't think I'd find my best friend snooping about in the kitchen." He said, standing against a counter. "It's been far too long, Elyana"