[Dist simply blinks for a moment, rather taken off-guard by the voice belonging to a tiny horse(though an adorable and perfectly coiffed one).]

Oh, I was expecting a person.

[He doesn't seem to quite realize that the statement might be considered rude, but he shakes off the surprise rather quickly. There are far stranger things here in Mayfield, and she complimented him, so he can't help but preen as he steps inside.]

My name is Dist. I admit I'm not at all interested in Homecoming, but I heard you on the phones and had to come see what you can do. Obviously you have a good eye; I do like to design my own clothes, though I have my personal tailor make them for me. Or I did, back home. I have a less formal version that I wear more often, but it's been abused horribly lately and I wouldn't dream of wearing it to meet a fellow designer.