Slouchy boots are not nearly as good as shoelaces, but she spends a long time sniffing.

Horvath chuckles softly. "You're starting to sound dangerous. Between you and Bel I'll have to go on a diet." He's really not a glutton, but cookies are his kryptonite, and it's hard to get exercise. "I'm glad things are looking up though. Your husband... is an interesting man. How did you two meet?"

Smoke tentatively smacks her ankle and darts away a short distance, then stops to look back from under a desk.