You simply chuckled and nodded. That catering service... though the food was great, the event was a disaster—another one of Blueblood's ill-fated attempts at impressing the aristocracy. A unicorn chap by the name of Fancy Pants sent his regards to you, though - apparently Blueblood usually ended up ordering catering from out-of-town, and the food wouldn't have been fresh. Fancy Pants and his companion, Fleur de Lis, certainly enjoyed your unique take on the typical daffodil sandwich, at least.