A spare dress! In a bubble! And Elphaba called herself a witch!? Evidently, she knew nothing of bubbles at all. Glinda considered explaining to Elphaba that bubbles were made from thin air and vanished into it as well and that of course they weren't a wardrobe or a room full of stuff.She considered elaborating that the bubble she had conjured up earlier was long since completely gone and any other bubble she might call up would be fresh and new and of the most brilliant color, whichever color suited Glinda's imagination (usually that was pink or purple).<br/><br/>She opted not to be so elaborate. "No," she replied matter-of-factly, "and I take it you don't have a shower." She attempted to dust off her dress, covering them both in a small cloud of ash and achieving absolutely nothing in terms of cleanliness. Well - now what, without a spare dress around? The idea of having to wear one of Elphaba's sacks was simply dreadful. Her eyes scanned the room - Elphaba had attempted to make tea or something before this disaster had happened, and nearly splashed herself... so... "But you do have water, so I might just rinse it and I'm sure in this hot attic, it's going to dry in no time... if you don't mind." This would certainly not replace professional cleaning with soap and a scrub-brush by professional cleaners... but it would maybe be unobtrusive enough to turn the ash-cover into something that looked like regular dirt on a dusty day... and it had been a bit of a dusty day today.<br/><br/>She wiped a heap of ash off of Elphaba's arm. "Plus... you could use an oil bath and new clothes yourself." She sent a shy smile Elphaba's way and the no-longer-hostile look on Elphie's face recreated those bubbles of joy from earlier. Without that pissy exterior, Elphaba could make a person feel quite good inside. If only she knew of that power and would call upon it more often.