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Plagg managed to resist the allure of the tantalizing aroma wafting from Marinette’s little purse for all of five seconds before he couldn’t take it any more.
He zipped through the bottom of Adrien’s bag and into the floor, zoomed through the hollow space beneath, and emerged triumphantly from the bench directly next to Tikki.
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Plagg! What are you doing?”
“Following my nose to that delectable treat your bug prepared for me, of course,” he said, looking around expectantly. Tikki, cookies, Marinette’s phone, a little fragrance spray–nothing that immediately jumped out at him and begged to be eaten like his precious Camembert.
“Treat? What are you–” Tikki trailed off, realization dawning on her. “Oh, Plagg, no. It’s this!”
She held up the little spray container so he could clearly see the English lettering on the side: Liquid Ass.
He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Liquid Ass.”
She nodded vigorously. “She’s used the restroom excuse way too many times to go fight akumas, and it smells so bad we thought it could help discourage people from checking up on her and maybe make the claim seem a little more realistic.”
“Don’t humans hate stuff that smells like this?” he asked skeptically.
“Well, it’s marketed as a novelty prank item,” she said with a rather human shrug. “Lucky for us it works well for our purposes, too!”
“Yeah, lucky,” he grumbled petulantly. What use was something that smelled so good but couldn’t be eaten, anyway?
Outside the bag, the liar with the sausage hair interrupted the teacher’s lecture with yet another tall tale of her exploits, and he grinned as the beginnings of a plan started to form.