Mr. Hemingway: Sandalwood.
C: What did you say?
Mr. Hemingway: Sandalwood. Reminds me of your mother. She used to wear this fancy French perfume that smelled like that. Same scent for 40 years. I miss it. I'm sorry if I interrupted your work today.
C: No, dad. No, don't be silly. I am really glad you're here.