They're in the shed. You'll have to empty holiday decorations out of them, just leave them on the floor.

[That can all be cleaned up later. Lust pulls off her over shirt and kicks off her slippers, leaving her leggings and undershirt. Her lip curls in distaste as she eyes the water a moment. However fetching the pool may look, as a gently shifting sea of flowers, wet flowers aren't a particularly enjoyable tactile sensation.]

I'll get the sharks out. Guttle! Come here....

[The Spheal makes an excellent floaty. She rolls him into the mass of flowers and hops in after him, one arm looped over his spherical body.]

[The sound of disgust that escapes her as she sinks into the sodden mess is likely heard for blocks around.]