Pop!

It was a bit strange for flying paper ships to show up in the kitchen, it was. But Professor Flamsteed was a bit strange himself, so Tinka didn't see a problem, no she didn't. Tinka had set her whisk down right away, yes she had, just to get what the nice man wanted. Within a few minutes, she popped into existent right in front of the staff table, tray in her little elfsy hands.

"Tinka has what professor sir asked for, she does!" the little elf said, bobbing enthusiastically. "Here sir goes, and does sir need anything else?" Her elfsy eyes got big and bulgy as she set the containers of warm liquid in front of him.