"This bird-bath is too boring," the pixie whined, "It needs bubbles."
"Soap would be bad for any birds wanting a drink," the human pointed out.
"Who said anything about soap?" The pixie rolled her eyes, "What I need is a spa-pool."
She pulled a pouch of pixie dust out of her bikini-top, somehow, and sprinkled some in.
One smartphone with a movie playlist and a bottle of tequila later, every pixie in the neighborhood was soaking up.