Lightning Dust shrugged. “Then we can’t.” She walked past James, over to a faint white box resting beside the fountain, and kicked it open. There was a long wooden stick inside, with a huge chunk of soap on the end. A few other scrubbing tools as well. Dust pointed to the water. “You aren’t venanta en mian domon odoranta tiel. Take off your vestojn tiel you don’t get it wet. I had it enchanted so it won't fall tra la nuboj.”