"You understand what I said?! Tres bien! C'est tellement bon de rencontrer enfin quelqu'un qui comprend fantaisie!" the pony exclaimed with his forelegs outstretched, still facing the direction of the magic show. Handy, not wanting to get into what would no doubt be lovely comparisons of the languages of this world to that of his own and the whacky coincidences thereof, decided to do the one thing that had always succeeded in getting him out of awkward situations: he lied.