“Can’t say I h—” Handy stopped himself. Here was a herd of mares chasing after Joachim for, well, he didn’t rightly know. The same griffon who had been, for days, teasing him about being a ‘prude’ regarding his desire to wear clothes constantly. Now Casanova here apparently couldn’t face the consequences of whatever he had done to get these five ponies practically begging to jump him, even fighting each other over him. He crossed his arms on the counter as he leaned down, idly glancing at the bits Joachim had given him. ‘Well… I could use a laugh at his expense.’ He stood back up and jerked a thumb pointing at the kitchen behind him. “Out back, you’ll find a shed. The door will be closed, but it hasn’t got a lock. He’s hiding there. Have fun, ladies.”