The pegasus had set the little cream filled pastries upon the plate and had one last look to see if everything was in order. For order was something Rarity and herself both loved more than anything else in the world. Then the little whistle took its turn through the kitchen and made her yelp in return due to its suddenness. Her head had been too long with the snacks instead of the actual tea. Her blue eyes glazed over to where the sound came from and when the truth was discovered she let out a deep sigh of relief at it. While the whistle continued to blow, the humming was caught up once more.