“That old girl is shrewd, but not unpredictable. She’s been at this longer than any of us who currently have the temerity to be walking around with fancy hats while under the age of a hundred.” Handy blinked. Celestia was over a hundred years old? What the hell kind of anti-ageing cream did they even HAVE over there? She sure as hell neither looked nor sounded like some hoary old biddy of a pony. He’d have to look into that. If there was only one thing he could bring with him if he ever managed to get back to Earth, a formula that fucking nuked wrinkles would set him up for life. A shallow idea, true, but if it payed the bills...