"Missing smidges? That sounds pretty--hey, whoa, whoa, it's cool, Terence, calm down!" Crispin jumped up as well, motioning with his hands for the fairy to sit again. Not that Crispin was really in the position to tell others to calm down, as usually he himself was the overtly excited one - but otherwise it seemed to work, as Terence flopped back down onto the pebble.

Crispin took a deep breath, then exhaled loudly, a stream of warm vapor also escaping his lips. (His breaths and body temperature were always unconditionally warm.) "Hokay, I can't imagine how tough working in the factory is. But three smidges is bad. Pretty bad. I mean, [i]hoo,[/i] Fairy Garebear only recently gave you this super important task and you're mucking up already. I'd be pretty worried too!"

The pyro fairy began to laugh, until he realized his demeanor wasn't exactly helping the situation. "Well, I take it he doesn't have a clue where they've been going either then? No leaks, no trails?"

He brought a finger to his chin, stroking it with his lips and brows contorted. In the meantime his feet slowly lifted as well, as his wings brought him airborne again, though still in close proximity with the other two fairies. Then he seemingly began to pace while hovering, though his wings did all the work as he remained still as a statue.

"Nuts," he said, now stroking the air beneath his chin. "You have someone else you can ask for help, yeah? Orrr what about you?" He shifted his eyes to Ingrid next, his smile warm. "Got any ideas?"