And now for a delightful intermission. While all this was going on and everypony was busy with the matters of the heart, Handy found himself terminally bored. So much so that he had taken to playing a game on the counter to pass the time. He had gathered some shot glasses, so thick and sturdy they could drop to the floor without fear of breaking them, and stacked them on top of one another into three pyramids of ten glasses each. They were placed in a row, with their broad sides facing the farthest side of the counter. He had spaced them apart and slightly out of line to make it more interesting.