"'What's the matter? Your eyes are shut.'"
"I got the smell of it when you tore the peel off and I heard the seeds drop."
The baron's voice showed growing interest. "Where do you think you are?"
"In a deep underground room where you store firewood."
"Extraordinary!"
"Not at all. The floor is covered with chips of it and this bag is full of shavings."
"How do you know we are underground?"
"By the smell of the floor and because you need a candle when it's full daylight above."