Tinka holds onto the gigantic pot of cookies as Argyle covers the studentsie with flour, thinking that something is very, very wrong. If they wanted flour, why did the boy want to be covered in it if it was to bake cookies? She blinks once, twice. Very, very wrong. And she knows someone who would agree with her.
She shakes her head. "Algamusies is not being happy," She squeaks as if in a mutter to herself as she walks away, back to the place where she had been baking a yummy chocolate cake. |