*When Pairo suddenly turned and started walking in a different direction than the one they were going in, Kurapika could do little else than follow along, mildly amused at the way his friend kept sniffing the air. And sure enough, they've reached what looks like a bakery, with the sweet smell of freshly baked goods inviting them inside. But the way Pairo's face falls has him looking back at the boy with a frown.*

What do you mean? It smells good to me.