Even though she's got a few inches on the little Irishman and more than a few pounds.
Miniver sets his beanbag chair someplace out of sight of the front door and thus sheltered -- under the place where the 2-storey ceiling over half the store gets lower and circles around the perimeters. He shrugs off the huge trenchcoat he wears pretty much always, making it clearer how small he is, and flops into the beanbag, curled like something small and fluffy.