Tinka stopped dead in her tracks, bristling with outrage. How DARES you, Beezley elf!! You has been doing nothing and Tinka has been doing all the work, so you is having no right to say ANYTHING! Tinka is tired, tired, TIRED of working!!!" With each word, the small elf slammed a wire whisk she was carrying down on the table, and at the last, she hit it so hard that the top came off of the handle and went flying across the room to land in a dusty corner. Tinka didn't seem to notice, though; she just threw the handle carelessly down on the table and turned on her heel.

"Tinka is tired now and is going to take a nap. Anyone who wants more treats can make them themselfs!" And with that, she marched over to an alcove underneath a window and lay down, curling up with her back to the room. Very shortly some very un-elflike snoring could be heard coming from that corner of the room.