Garrett cocks his head. He considers the advice and then rejects it, softly shaking his head. His nose provides him with more information than any of his other senses. He matches a person's scent with their name even more than their face.

He snorts, driving the scent out of his nose, and then scrubs the end of his muzzle fiercely. "It burns my nose. 'N you also kinda smell like cheese."