Julian gave Dora a look of mock offence. "Fluffy's the house elf, Wallace is the dog. Who, by the way, is a perfect replacement for wayward brothers, even if he's a terrible conversationalist."
He grinned at Pandora's whining, happy he would get to give the good news this time. "It's funny you ask, Dora. Our great-grandfather, Orville, decided to give Tristan an elf of his own now that he's out. I suppose you'll get to reap the benefits as well." He pouted. "I wanted to train it up like I did Fluffy, but I wasn't allowed. Apparently I've corrupted too many elves." He shrugged carelessly.
"So what do you want it to make you first, Trist? It'll make anything you want. You'll never go hungry again." Not as long as Julian had anything to say about it.