He considered this carefully. His best guess—based as much on context as Lyra’s statement—was that his smell was different. Not bad, per se, but new to them. It didn’t explain why they bared their teeth, though. Well, some of them did, anyway. Of course, Lyra might not be speaking for all of them. The construction pony hadn’t done that, Lyra hadn’t, and Twilight hadn’t, either. Maybe it was just a case of beauty being in the eye of the beholder, or something like that. Dale by any other name would smell as sweet. . . . He noticed that the green one had stopped with her weird nose-scrunch finally, and was scribbling in her notebook again. 