Tippy scoffed, turning up his pointed nose. "Tippy's tarts is much better than from a  store," he said, disgust dripping from every syllable. "I is teaching you to make pastry so flaky it is melting in your mouth." He appraised her outfit, from jumper down to her trainers, and gave her an approving nod. "We is getting started now, pastry is taking a long time." He held out his hand for her, and with a crack they disappeared and reappeared in the kitchen.