Wirt is admittedly not the greatest babysitter. He got caught up in his own thoughts and let Greg run off and do whatever without worrying about it. Now and then he sees Greg pass by, so he's probably fine.

He doesn't actively start looking for Greg until he spots a tiny suit sleeve sticking out from under one of the tables, and even that is mostly just to make sure Greg's not running around naked somewhere. That would be horrible and absolutely mortifying for him personally, so he bundles up the tiny suit in his arms and goes searching for his brother.

Thankfully it doesn't take him very long, and even more thankfully no one is nude. Greg is easy to find even in the crowd. It isn't even just that he's the only six year old or the only one who brought a frog or even that he's the only one in a onesie. Greg just doesn't blend in at all, and it draws people to him. Wirt's sort of jealous of that ability, but also not jealous at all. Just the thought of being stared at sends shivers down his spine.

The relief that comes from learning Greg was wearing something under his suit zaps away all of the energy Wirt had reserved for scolding him for taking it off in the first place. He sighs, and it turns into a lop-sided, tired smile.

"Hey, Greg. Having fun with your frog?"