"We didn't do anything in the bushes!"
I stared blankly at the ingredients lined out in front of me on the counter.
"Grandma, I can't bake right now."
She frowned, "Why not?"
I can't bake.
With a sigh, I looked down at myself, "Look at me, I'm so dirty. This is very unhygienic, at least let me freshen up first."
As if she was suddenly realizing my appearance, she looked me up and down, "Where did you go and what happened to your shoes?"
I scratched my head, "I went out to meet a friend." I looked down at my dirty, muddy feet, "And my shoes broke." She started sniffing my clothes and I cringed, "Grandma, stop doing that! That's weird."
I gently pushed her away, "Could you stop sniffing me please."
"You smell like wild grass, your friend lives in the jungle?"
Yes, actually.
Her eyes widened and I looked at her suspiciously, "What are you thinking now?"