[Brattiness is fair enough, she likes that well enough too. It's a sign of some kind of childhood, at least.]

Oh no, I couldn't possibly make anyone else do my laundry. Far too racy. Too many complicated instructions. The anxiety over whether or not I'd get back a basket of shreds would be simply too much.

[...so she only has her uniforms, a little black dress, and a bathing suit. Sue her, she's going for humor.]

I... suppose Lizzie is fine, yes. Yes! Yes that's fine. [Ivan had given her a nickname of sorts, Eggsy called her Liz... the number of people shortening her name is growing, and as unfamiliar as it is she likes it.]