His stomach growled, and he threw the bag at the stallion who caught it with his mouth. He looked up at the human with a raised eyebrow. “Prithee, I am quite famished my good stallion. If it pleases you, I would like a meal prepared, whatever this will fetch. With wine, if you have any.” Hey, he was a nobleman, remember? “Vodka if not.” Okay, with some tastes, sure. “Failing that, I will settle for cider.” The pony smiled and nodded furiously before trotting off. Handy let his packs fall on the bed and resisted the urge to flop down on the rather sexy looking bed. Okay, it wasn’t sexy, but it was big enough where he could fit in it comfortably, and he hadn’t seen a bed in well over a week. So, you know, sexy.