Now it was Lyra's turn to blush. The two ponies who were on the street held their hooves up in front of their muzzles, and he swore they were snickering at him. However, that served as a good tension-breaker, and once their mirth had subsided, the one with the bows started walking over, while her companion went into the building, either to  hide, or to recover the third member of their trio.