"Thank you!" Tinker Bell mouthed, a response to Christine telling her she looked very nice, as well as to making the dress itself because she was grateful. It wasn't every day you come to a strange world, make a new friend, and get a new dress. Now all she needed was a place to live and she would be set, but she could never ask that of Christine, no matter how nice the manor was, nor how pretty the view was.
The tiny knife mimicked the one that Peter had, he had had it made for her, and she always carried it with her because she felt that you never knew when you would need to get into some place that you couldn't because it was blocked. It also came in handy for fighting pirates, though the knife itself was so tiny it wouldn't feel like more than a pin prick to a human and would only draw a tiny amount of blood.
Tink fluttered over to Christine's bed, landing on the giant, soft spread, walking around on it. She finally took a good look at the whole room, turning around and around to see everything for what it was, and she sat down on the bedspread, satisfied.