Tinka was here not Tinka wasn’t here to clean. No Sir! Tinka was here to serve her pastries. These pastries were burnt and misshapen. Did Tinka care? No. In the little elf’s opinion these were delicious little pastries.

“Pastries! Come get your pastries!’’ The little elf squeaked her words as she approached the studentsies and professors. The whisk Tinka so dutifully carried with her was present in her pastry tray-free hand.

“Pastries!’’ Tinka squeaked again while waving the whisk in the air. You had better watch out or it just might hit you.