Malia paused and looked at him like he was talking crazy. "Of course it does but clothes smell batter when they're hung up to dry." She said before she gave him a puzzled frown, "As no one every hung them out to dry before for you?"
To her the difference between sheets from the dryer and sheets from a clothing line was the difference between night and day. There was just no comparing the scent of clean sunshine and fresh air to that of hot air and mingled odors. It played a part in why she spent most of Wednesday doing the laundry as the were-coyote just wasn't happy until almost every trace of scent but that of fabric was simply gone from their clothing and linens.
"Strawberries and Tomatoes and a bunch of seeds and some grape vines." She then went on to nod enthusiastically, "It's not even going to look like the same place up here once we get everything going. It'll be like a brand new room even!" All bit it a living breathing on but still a new addition to the house.