So, Nimona, my lass, there is an unusual but perhaps highly familiar sound; the jingle and clink and greasy hiss of coins spilling over each other, coming from the railing near the pool deck. The heavy shunk of something full of gold and other metals being shaken hard, repeating, followed by something spilling into the ocean far below with heavy splashes.

Follow it and you'll find Grace in the midst of one of those ideas she didn't think through. She clings to the outside of the railing one-handed, trying to pull herself up, but her dress and her fishing basket are weighed down with treasure. Gold and silver and platinum, diamonds and emeralds and rubies, rings set with opals and sapphires, all of them shaking from her like a goddamn cartoon character every time she fails to haul herself back up and plunging into the ocean below.

~Help?~