Oh, gods. Pipp was having a ball. This was so funny! Some of the humans were still freaking out, while others were eventually calming down when they realized that they were just a bunch of wooden toy Nutcrackers. He was laughing his head off, right until he felt his hair roughly grabbed. He let out a yelp that was surprisingly loud.
MOMMY.
He was face to face with what looked like a very pissed off female faerie and his eyes became huge and scared. He wasn't really sure what type she was, yet. He mostly focused on trying to evaluate why he was in trouble this particular time. Was she more worried about him exposing their kind, or losing the delectable human treat? And for that matter, which delicious human creation was it? A pastry? Ice-cream? Cookie-cake?? Was it the cookie-cake?? Pipp liked those, because they were two things at once, and had really sweet frosting...
Focus, Pipp. Just try to get out of this in one piece...
"...Well. Uhh. Not really. Usually I'm more naked when that happens," he stammered slowly, referring to what she meant by "expose." Then he suddenly perked up, as if he was trying to get on her "good-side." "What did you lose, lady? Say! We should split a cookie cake!" He cheerfully and vigorously tried to nod, but his hair was still being held.