[Joey purses her lips. Between the flower smell and the woman's bracelet, not to mention a few stereotypes she's dimly aware of, this is starting to point in a particularly unfortunate direction. She can save her observations for the trial, though.]

We think it was also in his aspirin. They might have tried to dose him every possible way...anyway...I can make a guess what whiskey is supposed to smell like. It's not like I haven't smelled my babysitter's.

[Let's go sniff that whiskey.]

[Obviously not drinking it come on.]