Mable made an amused face when Edward kept his shoes close to his chest, but didn't comment on it.  If he wanted to keep them with him, who was she to stop him?  Taking your shoes off was a silly rule anyway, but she did it anyway, not wanting her brother to be mad at her when he returned.

"There are the beds, as you can see," she began, walking over to two separate mattresses against the wall.  There was a single nightstand between them.  She brushed her hand over one of the beds blankets.  "This one is mine!  Come here, touch the blankets!  Aren't they soft?  They feel like what I imagine clouds would feel like.  Or water, if it wasn't wet.  Or sheep!  They're the nicest I've ever had.

"At that table there - that's where I eat breakfast and dinner.  Well, where I'm supposed to, but I find eating on the floor is a lot easier.  But the table is nice to have!  And that's a desk, against that wall.  It's where I would do my reading and writing, if I cared much for either of those things, but I don't, so I'm putting the shells i collect from the beach there instead!"

She jumped on top of the bed and onto the ground, making her way to the desk to pick her favorite shells to show Edward.  "This one I found my first real day in Whitby, and this one is the same color as my eyes!"  She held it up to her face, the shade of green just barely off between her eyes and the water-eroded glass.  "You know, I think I have one that would match yours too!  Give me a moment, let me find it.  Your eyes are very blue, they're quite pretty you know.  Very bright!  They suit you!"