"Balloon?" Handy asked, brow furrowing as the gears turned in his head. Eventually it clicked, and his eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me..." It had been considerably longer than a week since he arrived back from Canterlot, and Fancy Pant's promised payment had not materialized. Handy had scoffed and put the silver chains he had been tasked with aside. Now, however, Klipwing landed in front of him and handed him a sheet of paper. 'Sincerest apologies, but it was ever so much trouble trying to find a way to deliver this without raising eyebrows. I do hope you enjoy it. F.P.'