The view was spectacular, Tink wished she could share all of the wonderful things about Neverland with Christine, sure she would love it. The Lost Boys, mermaid lagoon, the pirates and Indians. Suddenly she was homesick again, and she emitted a soft sigh which sounded mostly like a little chime, before pushing the thoughts of home away. She had a feeling that she would never make it, and she couldn't live in a world without Peter, so this was a much better distraction from her broken heart.
When Christine mentioned that she didn't think they had mermaids, Tink nodded, looking up at her, "We have them!" She said brightly. She didn't always care too much for the mermaids, but they were both on the same level when it came to tormenting Wendy, so Tink tolerated them.
When Christine opened the wardrobe, Tink fluttered over, hovering in the air next to the selection of scarves, head canted to the side in curiousity, looking at each one for a moment. She reached out and picked a green one, flying close to Christine's face, holding up the fabric, "This one!" It reminded her of her usual dress color back home, and it was comforting to her. Of course Tink had no idea about fashion and whatnot, she only knew what Peter had taught her and what she had picked up from the Darlings.