Casper can't stop a vaguely exasperated expression from surfacing on his face. He'd thought that Casey's mention of the love potion as a reason for not recognizing his definite lack of floral cologne had been an acknowledgment that the lavender had been from his own Amortentia but it hadn't been. "I didn't smell any lavender, you know," he points out dryly, edging up to the familiar argument without actually pointing out the obvious. That Casey was, and apparently still is, too dense to figure out his feelings for whoever it is he associates with the floral scent. Let the Coppertale consider that conundrum for a while. If it doesn't go in one ear and out the fucking other.