A flaky treat I am, Qui, Qui. If you eat me, you'll get hints of something buttery. Pull me apart and I flake. With coffee you can take. What am I?

I seem so small, yet hold it all, from keys to lipstick, great and small. I travel close through day and night, a world contained in stylish sight.

I won't make the Muppets reference, that has already been done a lot. I will, however, ask you to name the vessel that holds liquids in chemistry, cold or hot.

Ladies wear these in the garden. Soft as clouds, not tough and hardened. They are very fond of these in Vermont. Their beauty and aroma makes you want. To the pumpkin patch they must go. When made of glass instead of sewn.

the king and the rook agreed to change lands, all to ensure the safety of their plans. in olden times, royalty lived in these rock born places, now ensure you pluralize me, as many hearths were needed to warm our stone homes. two towers stand tall where kings once reigned, their walls held fast through storm and strain.