“No! No… anything but that.” Handy rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked around. It seemed that Spike had wandered off into the crowd and the princess and her friends had similarly disbanded. Concerned, he scanned the room and spotted the pink one some ways off. She had pulled a clown outfit from somewhere and was busy doing a rather complicated display to the amusement of several ponies. Well, at least that meant she wasn’t anywhere near Handy for now, and he figured if the princess had went through this much trouble for a farewell party, it’d be rude to demand it to be hurried along.