"Well, maybe a little fresh air will help... air it out some," she offered with a grin. She couldn't smell the thing from where she was standing, but then again, she wasn't exactly pressing her nose to it to take a deep inhale either.
Sarah wrapped Molly's good arm around her shoulders, the other going around her waist. "For the record, my cookies never harm. They bring only happiness and sunshine." She was about to step forward and realized a wheelchair would be necessary at some point. "Where's the wheelchair? Did you paint flames on the side yet?"