What was the missus talking about? Didn’t she know that black was the new trend for pastries? “Has one!’’ Tinka squeaked. The tray was thrusted at (Emmeline). “Yes missus!” Tinka continued. The elf looked around at (Bryony) with wide eyes. “Here! Have two! Tinka insists. Help Tinka get rids of them so Tinka can go napsies!”

Tinka stopped in her attempts to force the unappetizing pastries at the humans to glare daggers at Beezley. Lately Beezley had been most annoying annoying. “More than a few sports, Beezley you blind old bat, you is. But Beezley is not here to cleansies, Professor Adara.'' Tinka shot Beezley a nasty look even though Tinka was also not there to clean.