"Wait a minute. You're telling me Ruby basically built this orphanage?"
"Not all of it, but she has been kind enough to lend a hand...or two. At least we know our wood and building materials are locally sourced. They're not factory powered. They're girl powered."
"Never thought of it like that. She's walking Nature, so it makes sense if Nature has to die and grow, then her too as well."
"Do you want to see where else the food goes?"
"It doesn't all go here?"
"Nah. Never has. They try to thin it out as much as they can."
"But that doesn't make sense. More, does not mean more. Less means more."
"We've tried telling them that for years. That's why Ruby does her best to fill in the cracks; literally and figuratively."
"Ooomph...…..What's that smell?"
"That, my friend, is the smell of being homeless."
"It stinks."
"Yes, yes it does stink; but what can you do? They're stuck."
"Stuck?
.....Their might not be anything you can do, but maybe their is something for me. Stand back."
"Wait, Mr.s Heartchild. I think I know what you're about to do, and I advise against it."
"You do, Apple?"
"Ma'am, I don't know what you're up to, but how is that little spray bottle going to help all of this? Perfume won't help. Maybe the stink, but not the situation."
".....It's not perfume."
*Shake, shake, shake.*
'It's CLEAR ALL."
*Stiiiiiiiiisssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh*
"Mrs. Heartchild, remember what you told me. Not too much or else they will forget who they are."
"MAYBE IT'S BEST THEY FORGET. LOOK, IT'S WORKING. They're getting their houses back."
*Shake, shake, shake.*
"At the cost of our spray?"
"Come on, Clear all. Just a little more. I want this place smelling like Key Lime pie."