"Good evening, tall, dark and soggy." Rose tips her chin in a look of cheek. There's only a fine dusting of snow on Pearl's outer layer of clothing, and that's quickly wiped off with the towel. "Let's get you into something dry -- off with this, here --"

Without hesitation or fanfare, Rose begins an efficient undress of her guest. She unsnaps the front of Pearl's parka with little trouble (that should dry well enough on the coat rack) before pausing at everything beneath that; most of it is damp. Pearl's sweat pants, and pullover... and likely her dance clothes, under all that.

"That coat doesn't do much of its job, does it?" Rose shakes her head, clucking. "All of this needs a good wash and dry."

But even just carrying Pearl's clothes off to the laundry nook would slop water onto the nice, glossy hardwood... and Garnet doesn't have many pet peeves, but she is very choosy about clean floors.

Rose steps away for a moment to reach into one of the living room cabinets. There should be a box of trash bags in here, somewhere... Rose's eyebrows tug upwards, bright, as she turns over her shoulder while still rifling through old umbrellas and flashlights. Her tone is carefully casual: "Go ahead and toe out of those boots! ... and, ah, everything else."