"Now now, mon ami, it’s rude to enquire as to another pony's possessions," Jacques said, sitting Quartz up and dusting down his wither, making the poor, harried changeling even more confused. "It has been decided that I will be staying here, holding down the fort if you will," Jacques gave Quartz a hard look, "and taking care that our friend here is not discovered by anyone unsavoury, of course."