Marco could retort that he wasn't expecting to sneeze, but he knows it'd just get Jean arguing again. So, he lets it go, especially since Jean comes back over and settles down.

"Mmm... It reminds me of a kind of tea my mom used to save for holidays. Chai, she called it? It's black tea but it has things like cinnamon and ginger in it. That's what it smells like to me," He tells Jean as he makes sure he's not left any residue on himself or his sleeve and then tosses the tissue towards a trash can.

Without really thinking about it, he continues. "It reminds me of places I consider home."