The way I catch Derpy watching the Orchestra, leaning back and forth with the music, gives me a date idea that I mentally tuck away for later; giving her a night to be a fancy mare might be a good move. Dinky is just waiting for the cymbalist to crash his cymbals together, throwing her hooves up and cheering every time he does. It's a good thing I'm hanging onto her back legs, or she'd have thrown herself backwards off of me already. The cymbalist seems to appreciate having a fan.