Band room.

My brother & I have the strangest conversations sometimes:

Kyle walks into my room while I'm doing homework to bring me tea.  He sets it down on the bookshelf next to my bed, then gets distracted by the incense sticks on top of my bookshelf.  He picks one up, sniffs it and says, "huh, this smells like my band room."

I raise an eyebrow and give him a look. "Your band room? I'm not sure what that's supposed to mean. Either your band room smells really good, or my incense smells really bad."

He shrugs and lights it, then waits a second. "Nevermind," he decides, "it doesn't smell like my band room anymore."

"Well, now we know what your band room would smell like if we lit it on fire."

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