''You won't be able to get one; you'll have to make it yourself! Scent is a matter of preference—what would happen if you used an oil with a smell you didn't like? That would be the end of the world.''
Venti was having fun squeezing and massaging his cheeks, making him pout and pull funny faces.
" Secret perfumed oil ? "
Despite the irritation in his tone , Tartaglia seemed to be somewhat calming down . If something like that could actually help remove the scribbles from his face , he'd accept the offer .
" Where would I be able to get some ? "