There were stares, obviously. More than the usual. I guess seeing two of the more notorious members of Ponyville -- the clumsy mailmare and the biped that went through a blender, all dolled up and walking with a bouncing Filly between them, would draw some attention. But any time Derpy noticed someone staring, she'd glance up at me. I'd offer her a smile, and she'd glance down, smiling herself. 