With Asher's gaze turned, Ray pulled a face at him, childish though it was, and was right back to normal by the time he looked back.

"Reins, steering wheel, head thingy, saddle, yep." He nodded, giving the reins an impatient shake to get going. Beau bobbed his head in response, making Ray jump a little. He clutched his chest with his free hand. "So we should get on?" He was kinda eager to get away from the pony's head; that bit seemed the most unpredictable.