“Oh well, I can’t quite find the room to boast, but I am sure you wouldn’t be interested in my wares. I mean, I don't really have something that might suit your… unique tastes.” Rarity smiled sweetly. Handy blinked. Did a pony just diss his clothes? Was that what was happening right now? He didn’t have time for this. As he was about to retort in order to push the mare away and try to squeeze more information out of Fancy Pants, another familiar face made its appearance.