It was a pungent aroma for certain. Ser didn't know if he liked it or hated it, but he knew the fumes weren't good for him to be smelling so much of.

Lifting up the cork, he reached his hand over to cap the potion before the fumes became too volatile, but as he reached for the vial, the cork in his hand dropped.

"What the?" He tried to lift the cork again, but found his fingers wouldn't grasp around it. Maybe it was the green haze around him, but he could swear his hands were... shorter and more solid than before.

"Just gotta... close it before it becomes overwhelming!" He grimaced, bracing his snout against the steam that was already infiltrating his nostrils. It smelled familiar. It reminded him of the trough he used to eat from back on the farm.

"Wait... trough?" He hesitated, staring up blankly at nothing. His mind imagined the mud he wallowed in along with a bunch of other pigs. "I... I don't remember... oink!"

He tried to put a hand to his mouth, but it wouldn't reach up like it usually would have. "I me- squeeeee!"

He couldn't remember what he was doing anymore, so he dropped on all fours and trotted around the room, enjoying the green smelling gas that surrounded him.

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