Harry shrugged. "They should air out pretty well," he said. No one could say Harry Dresden was a stranger to fire. Or the lingering after effects. He hadn't changed his own clothes yet, but he didn't have the same concern for it as his brother. And since changing while Murphy was there would have led to other things, he'd decided to wait.
No one was talking about the elephant in the room. Another thing Harry wasn't completely concerned with. If they took to long, Murph would kick both their asses. She was sensible like that.
As he spoke, he took a few steps to a side table, opened the drawer, and produced a pair of scissors.