"First bedroom?" Eloise said, nonchalantly swishing her wand at a stack of flatter boxes an beginning to guide them down the hall. Her flat was smallish - her father had put in a good deal of money for it and was helping her pay the rent, and she's felt badly enough about that without asking him to help pay for anything larger than she'd settled for. It was just her, after all, and she thought it was cozy. The idea that someone her age might have more than one bedroom seemed a bit funny. "How many have you got?"
The comment about the mattress made her raise an eyebrow, but her back was to Wayne by then and she didn't turn until she'd finished moving the first stack of boxes in.