Once Rarity had gone, Dale was left to his own devices. He was sure his guard was still outside the door, but he didn't feel the need to bother the stallion. He paced around the room nervously, wondering how soon Lyra would show up, and how soon he'd have to go out and meet everyone. On top of that, his scalp itched, but he didn't want to mess up his wig. He was sure that Rarity was going to be among the crowd of ponies welcoming him, and the last thing he wanted to do was annoy her by mussing up his outfit.