Beezley just still could not believe her little elfish eyes. She had been in this castle for a long time, and she had never seen it looking like this. She gave Pips a wide-eyed expression followed by what might have been a frown. "Beezley does not make messes, no she doesn't. Beezley cleans messes," she said. She jumped a little when Sir's voice suddenly sounded. "Oh, no, Beezley thanks you for your help, Sir, but Beezley can clean mess." She just could not have the masters and mistresses doing the work she was supposed to do for them. The glitter had disappeared, though. "Beezley thanks you, kind Sir." Beezley produced a cleaning rag and began scrubbing the armor.