The two of them carried on a brief conversation, before the winged pony reached back and grabbed a small bag with her teeth. She set it on the floor in front of Lyra, who approached it cautiously. A golden glow twined around the bag, and the mouth of the bag opened slightly. Lyra looked inside it thoughtfully, then floated it up into the air in front of her. She looked at their makeshift dinner table, hovered the bag over it uncertainly, and then set it down in front of Dale.