"Hurry now, Miss, we is needing to get these in the oven so Tippy can make lunch," the elf gently chided, pulling Hermione’s focus back to the task at hand. She quickly finished up, her own stomach rumbling as the smell of baking dough permeated the air. She and Tippy ate their lunches while the tart shells cooled, then filled them and left them to set. Later, when Hermione finally bit into one, the sharp raspberry, smooth pastry cream, and buttery pastry bursting over her tongue, she agreed that Tippy’s pastries were indeed superior to anything she’d ever bought in a shop and told him so enthusiastically. 