Even though Her Majesty was certainly capable of doing it herself with telekinesis, Anonymous fastidiously busied himself with pouring her a cup of coffee, arranging a spoon, a pair of biscuits and two cubes of sugar around the edge of a saucer, then holding it in one hand as he picked up the creamer with the other. Stepping around the table, he bent over to present it to her, and she took it in her magical grasp, dispensing the cream, adding the sugar, and stirring to suit, before returning the creamer into his waiting hands, whereupon he returned it to the silver tray on the table. It was a kind of bizarre ballet, full of needless actions by Anonymous, as if he refused to allow the Princess to serve herself.