“Thank you, Lyra.” The mayor went back to the podium. “In just a moment, Dale is going to come out and meet everypony. After his speech, I’ll come back and answer questions, and then some of us are going to go to the new embassy.” She leaned forward, bracing her forehooves against the wood. “And I know you're all curious, but please let's not make a big spectacle. This is a quiet, boring, official affair, and it won't be helped along by hundreds of ponies with their muzzles pressed against the glass. Later, once Dale has had a chance to settle in, we're going to have a Ponyville party, where anypony who wants to can come up and meet him, but for right now, let's keep this laid-back, okay?” She pointed a hoof towards the photographers. “That goes for you, too.”