She can have her pick between teal and pale orange, both silky and in the button-up style.

Silky teal it is.

"We can put you in merch tomorrow and then send you shopping while you wait for the tutor.  Unless something about that sounds sucky."

"It will be a little embarrassing to shop in this language probably but I can do it."

"That's the spirit.  You can sleep in there," she waves.  "There was a spare room in the booking.  Conveniently."

"Thank you. Can I clean my -" she has forgotten the word for teeth, she just points.

"- Sure."  Arillegua dips into her room and returns with what looks like a slightly bulky stick of gum to hand to Bella.

"What is it?"

"It's gum.  You chew on it for a while and it cleans your teeth, and then you spit it out in the trash."

"We don't have that." But she is pretty sure she gets the jist so she'll try it.

"Huh."

It's peach flavored!  And tastes fresh enough, although it's hard to tell whether it works as thoroughly as actually brushing her teeth would.

Well, are her teeth smooth afterward? Any evidence of a flossing situation?

Her teeth feel.... weird.  Smooth, but not quite in the way she's used to.  It kind of feels like there's a coating on them, though one that seems more medical in nature than the kind that comes from food debris.  No flossing situation is immediately to be found.

She'll skip flossing for the night, once won't do her any harm and she doesn't know the word. "Thanks."

"Yeah.  Anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay!  Bother Hilaria and Lucero if you need anything during the night."

Bella nods and goes to bed.

The bed and jammies are comfortable enough, and she sleeps about as well as can be expected given the early-to-her hour and the inherent stress of the situation.

She emerges when she wakes up, politely quiet in case she precedes everybody else.

The lights are still off and the curtains still closed, but Lucero is sitting on the couch with his TL lighting his face and Hilaria is draped across an armchair.

Wave wave.

At first it seems like he might be raising his hand to respond but then he just does a little conducty dance-type movement with it.  On closer inspection his fabric headband is covering his ears; he doesn't look up.

Well she doesn't want to start talking in case it is customary to be vewwy vewwy quiet during this rabbit-huntingest of hours or something. WAVE WAVE.

These ones catch his attention, and he jumps rather violently when they do.  "- Christsamongus!"  Hilaria doesn't stir; he palms the part of the headband over one of his ears and pulls it down around his neck.  "Good, ah - good morning."