NO.

The little elf fainted at the sight of the shattered Kitchen. He fell to the floor dramatically, before his large eyelids popped open again and he leaped up, fretting about.

THE KITCHEN HAD BEEN DESTROYED. Pips' giant elf ears drooped with despair as he stopped his cooking to watch his Kitchen being ruined. The pots! The silverware! THE CHINA! It was all broken and tattered and bent. The little elf's chin wobbled as he spoke. "PIPS' KITCHEN! The kitchen is being ruined, it is! Studentsies is seeing the mess?!"

Pips began to rush around, picking things up off of the now cluttered Kitchen floor, until he had a large stack in his hands. He accompanied a fellow elf— was that Argyle? He couldn't tell from behind all the plates— to the sink, where he emptied his arms of the load. "The elves is starting to clean now, they is! Is the studentsies being helping the elvsies? The elvsies isn't wanting to putting the studentsies to any trouble, they isn't."

OH. The mess. Pips almost fainted once more at the sight of it.

He was going to have to iron his ears for not stopping this from happening.