Here stood Molly and Marcel, in her kitchen with a very wet sudsy mess. Marcel gave her that cute smirk with raised eyebrow, "<em>Well no matter what at least I'll be clean by tha end of this war</em>." He turned the sprayer on her, instantly soaked head to toe, she started laughing with him, and noticed then Marcel's pain. She knelt down next to him concerned, that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. "Come on Marcel, I think we need to get you into the shower, and get this soap off you, and into your jammies. Then I will bandage you and you can relax for the rest of the night. Don't worry about anything, at least my floor is clean, and I won this round," Molly gave him a wink.