Slipping out from behind a cart of oddly colored bed sheets, Tinka appeared as if from nowhere in the Laundry Room. Her little feet carried her out of the way so her guest could enter after her, equally unnoticed.

"Miss Lydia like washing clothesies?" Tinka almost liked laundry. Her favorite part was stirring the hot, soapy water with her whisk. The steam and bubbles tickled her nose and her whisk made a fun swishy sound. "Miss Lydia warmer now, yes? Tinka like warm."