They stood that way for just a moment, before the tan one ducked inside the store, and the light yellow one with bows in her mane stepped forward. Dale looked over to Lyra for guidance. He didn't want every approach to be the same as the one he'd taken with Ambrosia in the hospital—it had worked, but if he had to crouch down and wait for every individual pony to come to him, he wasn't ever going to get anywhere in town.