“Oh dear, where could she be?” Rarity cried out in desperation. “It’s all my fault.”
“Now, now.” Hondo Flanks patted her on the head. “Don’t blame yourself for the argument you had with Sweetie Belle. She had it coming.”
“Dear, how can you say that at this time?” Cookie Crumbles looked at him angrily. “What if something happened to her?”
“Oh, you mean something like a CAMPFIRE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LIVING ROOM!?!”
“Sweetie Belle was just expressing herself.” Cookie Crumbles argued.
“She was expressing fire!” Hondo struck a hoof on the ground.
“Dad, mom, for the love of Celestia, stop it!” Rarity screeched. “Think! Where haven’t we looked yet? Where else could she have run away to?”
Meanwhile on the farm in Feyona’s dog house, “Mmm, so comfy. Who needs a campfire, anyway. Dog houses are warm plenty.”