Lunch was looming, and skirting the festival was paying off thus far. We were window-shopping some of the quieter streets, looking at storefronts and shops that were trying to persevere through the lull in activity. And of course, we'd been talking about the Princesses for most of the entire time, too. Apparently getting to rapid-fire questions and get answers was helping Derpy's nerves, at least a little.