The door opened again, and Fancy Pants entered, followed by a slender unicorn who was a half-head taller than any one he'd seen before. The stallion stopped in his tracks, causing the unicorn to bump into his back. He didn't seem to notice; his gaze was locked on them. It took Dale but a moment to remember that his reaction yesterday had been the same when he'd touched Lyra's shoulder. It belatedly occurred to him that he was probably sending some kind of signal he probably shouldn't be, but Lyra didn't seem upset, and he was more concerned with her feelings than offending Fancy Pants.