"No," Sarah answered matter-of-factly. "No cookies until your crippled little butt goes outside. You're going to turn into a potato staying inside all day."
She set the tin down on the coffee table and moved to help her up. "You're hobbling over to the door and we're going for a walk." Or a ride in her case. "As you can see, your lack of day wear will not be taken into consideration. It's not up for debate. Up and at 'em, Molls."