Mrs. Cake and Pinkie Pie grimaced as Bon Bon stared, her bemused expression unwavering, watching as Lyra backed away from the door. A smudge in the shape of a face was left on the glass of the door where the unicorn had face-planted. Placing her tongue on her upper lip in concentration, Lyra maneuvered the strange vehicle around before finally managing to get the door open and scooting inside. Halting a bit, she finally managed to bring the device to a stop in front of the counter and wipe the sweat from her forehead.