"Woulllllllldn't doubt it," Nene trilled. "See, thing is you smell like you got a serious harem'a Aethies on ya. Notesa most everything, but if I hadda pick, mostly Prim. Almost kinda like- yer a place, but'cher also a People and the cuddly, sparkling woo essence of life-ness. And a martini."

Which might well have been an odd list, woo in itself, but it was given with a certain degree of deliberation and at least one serious puff of smoke.

"Which is all just dandy. I mean, ya smell like whatcha smell like and ya call yerself whatcha do. Me, I was livin' in a volcanoes out in the Barbares when somebody decided spirit meant dead. Get my flamey ass dragged back to civilization and oh, yer technically an Aetherial Being, because /reasons/, apparently."