So it came as a bit of a surprise as Lyra led him to a very ordinary-looking half-timbered house, and she'd even opened the door before he realized it was his destination. There were no guards standing out front, no fancy gate and fence, not even an American flag flying out front. Dale smiled—maybe he'd see if he could get a flag for the house. He'd seen banners here and there around town, so some pony knew how to make them. All he'd have to do is make a sketch . . . although he suddenly couldn't remember whether the top stripe was red or white.