He was broken from his reverie by the sound of approaching voices coming from around the corner. “…I only said I was helping for a bit. I still need to… get… the ca…” Spike trailed off as he turned the corner of the bakery, the white-coated, purple-maned mare he had encountered back in Skymount in toe. Her smile faded slightly as she followed the dragon’s gaze. Handy calmly looked back as he finished putting his gloves back on, his expression plain as he measured the dragon up.