“Well, I can’t rightly deny such politesse. It’ll be three bits for the night,” she said. Handy smiled again and reached into his pocket to pull out his money. It felt good to actually be able to pay his way now. He put the money on the counter. The barmare looked down as she counted. Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned in closer to look at the coins. Handy wasn’t sure what was wrong. Sure, they were blank with the exception of a big number one on each of them. Slowly, he realised it might be a bit of a currency issue. These were changeling coins after all, and from what he understood, changelings and ponyfolk were not on the best of terms. Slowly, the mare’s eyes widened, and she took one of the coins and bit down on it. She called out for another pony, a blue earth pony stallion with a short, neat, red moustache and shirt complete with waistcoat.