He didn’t answer. Instead, he just wore a light smile and put his hat back on his head. "Some ponies... just don't seem to be lucky like that. I'll leave it at that," Jacques said, leaning back in his chair again. Handy gave a light grunt in acknowledgement, letting his gaze drift over the cards he had been dealt. He spied the fallen card on the ground, the princess of hearts. Well well well, looked like Whirlwind didn't gather that one up when he cut the deck again. Handy checked to make sure Jacques wasn't paying too close attention. Fortunately, the romantic idiot was gazing wistfully out at the hishym below them. Handy slyly moved his hands, knocking the few wooden chips Whirlwind had managed to scrounge up for them unto the floor. He bent over in his seat to gather them up, quickly shifting the princess of hearts up the sleeve of a chainmail. Now, think what you will of Handy for planning on cheating at cards, but when you're a couple grand worth of imaginary bits in the shitter then you can judge Handy's actions.