Molly rolled her eyes with the long-suffering exasperation only an insightful (slightly psychic) kid living with a bunch of teenagers could understand.

"Puh-LEEZE. She gets all grinny and dopey when she's got a crush on somebody, and it's not like she's spending time with anybody else the way she does with you."

Molly suddenly pointed off just down the path, at some plumes of what looked like cotton candy rose above the treetops. "Look! I think it's fireplaces, come on, maybe people know where the thingy is!"