It's blue.

[Linneus isn't sure he should have to state this like it's a bad thing but... it's a bad thing, even without it smoking pink. Between those two facts and the... distinctive smell coming off it, shouldn't this young man perhaps have taken the memo to maybe try starting again...?]

My name is Linneus. I don't mean to come into your house and criticise your cooking but...what on earth did you do to make it blue?