When Marcie saw Malcolm stop in front of them, she gasped and sat up, reaching out her hands to him. "Maaaal you caaaaame," she crooned, stumbling to her feet. "I have been driiiinking." She smiled to see him, putting her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. "You smell good." She hadn't noticed the different in name when he said it, too absorbed in herself right now to hear it.