He took a bit of pie, eating it slowly. It was cold, which was to be expected. It had sat for however long it took to get the food from the kitchen to the table, and then the whole length of the meal. Dale glanced at the chef, then back at Lyra’s pie. She didn’t act upset when both unicorns did something to their pies, he concluded. So she shouldn't be angry if I do the same. He pushed his pie towards Lyra.