[Well, this seems to be a successful venture, if an unexpected one. The Fool waits patiently until the little things have marched themselves, and their prize, into his palms.] There we are, [he says lightly once they're where they ought to be, then stands up--carefully, of course, lest he tip them over.

Now he looks about the area with a furrowed brow. ...huh.] Where is your Master? [he asks them, then adds,] Just point, if that is easier.