Wanda takes a small sniff, too, and concurs with him. They're definitely not clean-smelling. Another thing to consider when conjuring her spell, then.

Setting the blankets she had taken from him down on the ground, she places both her hands at the very top of the pile he holds, flattens her hands onto it.

"Keep your hands steady."

That's all the warning the young man gets before Wanda is using her magic to conjure a slight shift in reality; in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment, the blankets go from crumpled and smelly, to clean and detergent fragrant, folded neatly. Like right out of the laundry room.

"There," said with no explanation whatsoever. "Set them on the cart over them. Come back for the rest when you're done."