Tinker examined the work critically. "Hmm... Alright, this is good work, I will give you that," she admitted, "but I would have been far more impressed with hands-on work than a magic snap of the fingers. I mean, how hard was that, maybe the difficulty of snapping a finger? Not much to admire there, but perhaps you can try again with the landing up there." She pointed up the stairs. "Let's see you match this level of work with real elbow-grease." She shot him another smirk. "If you are capable, of course."