"That's so kind!" Puck remarked brightly. It really was, and Puck liked both scents.

"Specifically of this type? Yes. The only ones I know who can see ideas about the future are the three Fates we met a few months ago when the labyrinth had that music and trees growing inside of it. It's never been anything I can do." To keep his hands busy, Puck braided a little of some of his hair as they moved. "But stress would explain it as easily as anything." Though the idea got him to laugh lightly.

"Here I thought this couldn't be stress because this isn't quite as busy as Manhattan or Avalon, how quickly I'm proven wrong."

But even with saying that, Puck frowned a little in thought. "I do wonder.. Stress usually doesn't cause visions."