Rolling is going Swimmingly

Last weekend, Mr. Landlord and I had a little chat. This civil exchange of delicate phrases resulted in him coming over with Sidekick to shampoo the carpets. Good Mr.Landlord. Cookie for you. Unfortunately, these two decided afterward to dump the filth water down the bathroom sink, which is connected to the kitchen sink, which resulted in our having no use of sinks for a few days while they tinkered about to fix the plumbing. Which resulted in dirty dishes on the counter. Which was interpreted as an open invitation by some new unwelcome houseguests. But I digress.
The main thing is that Little One's rolling surface is now suitable for exploration. Mr. Landlord took extra care to make sure it is very clean. According to J, when we arrived just as they were finishing, the following exchange took place:

Mr. Landlord: Well, we're all done in here.
J: Great, thank you.
Mr. Landlord: Um...do ya thing she's going to be upset? ...About the bleach smell?
J: (laughing) Nope. I think she's going to love it.
Mr Landlord: (not sure if J is being serious or not)...she...is?
J: Yep. She'll love it. She'll know it's really clean.
Mr. Landlord: (incredulous)...really?
*enter C*
C: (looks around, sizes things up) Well....it certainly smells much better! .....What's so funny?

What can I say? The man knows me.
It smells like a swimming pool in here. But it does NOT smell like smoke. Little One is enjoying the freedom granted to Her by a floor free of questionable particles. She can navigate Her way around the whole place pretty well, and fast. This is good. It keeps Her on Her tummy, and me on my toes.