"Not to welcome you, that is for certain. You are a tough lady who makes her own way." From a basket over one arm, Bluebell produces a small stack of fluffy towels, and sets them on a table near the ensuite. From there, she checks that the pillows are fluffy... oh yes they are. They get a good fluffing and are put back in place looking gloriously soft and sinkable. "Do you require more comfort?" She asks, somewhat obscurely, before patting the blanket on the bed. "If you need more, lest the monster underneath stretch up to taste your toes, I can fetch with two shakes of a lamb's tail."