This girl really liked to talk, Beatrix noted as they walked onward. It was tough keeping up with her story (plural?), especially when she had that evil sun bearing down on her too. Well, at least she'd deduced that this older girl was obviously a giant klutz! As long as she didn't trip and hurt her new friends, Beatrix would tolerate it.

Soon enough, they arrived at the rich girl's luxurious, outstanding, and enviable... standard-issue dorm building. Definitely far from the standards Beatrix deserved, but she was confident there was a mix-up somewhere. Any day now, she'd be moving into a ten-bedroom suite!
For now though, this was her humble abode. With a haughty "of course!" she beckoned the girl to follow her to her door and inside, where she carelessly kicked off her shoes and walked further inside. To a world infested with stuffed toys and plush dolls, going by the sheer amount lining the walls and occupying sitting space.

"Just stick 'em there," Beatrix pointed to one of the few remaining areas in her small dorm, and walked into the kitchen, assuming the courier girl would leave immediately.