Bewildered, he simply was lead by her arm to the table. He didn't put up a fight, partially out of curiosity, and partially because he was not yet sure if it was wise to run. Yet.
By now, the little Nutcrackers were all scattered across the floor of the mall, deactivated. It was because Pipp wasn't focusing his magic on them anymore. By now, a couple of dumbfounded security guards came to collect and inspect the Nutcrackers. They were simply bewildered, though. The toys didn't have any wind-ups or anything.
Pipp's eyes became large with worry when Sheikah talked, and he gasped. Kind of in a "oh-no-you-wouldn't!" sort of way. "Oh no, you wouldn't!"
Think Pipp, think. He could run, but that would be foolish by now. She would definitely still report him, and she knew what he looked like and that he was the one who was responsible. She obviously wanted something. But what was it?
"Look, I'm not like all those stereotypes, I don't have a pot of gold!" That was not a lie. He had treasures hidden about. Just not a "pot of gold." "What do you want, exactly?" He sighed and slouched in his chair. He crossed his arms and pouted. "It's not like this trick harmed anyone. It was just good holiday fun!"