*POP*

Tinka appeared in the middle of the kitchen, clutching her whisk, muttering to herself. "Tinka isn't to be making beds. Tinka is to be baking for all the good studentsies!" There was no way to use her whisk in making beds.

Grumbling, Tinka turned around. It was finished now, and she could go back to what she did best, whisking up delicious treatses for the studentsies. Like...Tinka paused as she caught sight of Rylee, Jó and Tippin...like those studentsies right there!

"Yes! Yes!" Studentsies in the kitchen meant one thing. They wanted snacks and treats. "Tinka help! Tell Tinka what master and mistress wants. Tinka makes it."