Handy figured he would be. He had been honest about his experiences, from Ivorybeak's diplomatic freak-out up to and including the bumbling social-climber skilled enough to slink her way into a high profile, exclusive wedding, but so tactless that even Handy could spot her for what she was. He spared not one detail of his own discomfort. He knew it'd make his friend laugh; he knew it'd make the rounds among the knights; he knew it'd mean he'd have to take quite a bit of ribbing from his peers. He was fine with that. He really was.