"Time enough for your little talk with a certain Fancy Pants in Canterlot though, hmm?" That made Handy pause as he reached the door handle, and he turned to look at the Griffon. "Don't act so surprised—it's literally my job to know things like this. Frankly, I don't care that you're making a little money on the side by shepherding some useless trinket to Firthengart in a week's time."