Glamerspear hadn't seemed quite as prepared for the Royal Engineer's card-shopping as she'd been for Honour’s dress-shopping. She was knowledgeable, and provided some decent advice, as well as feedback, but mostly it had been the salespony and Anonymous going back and forth on various design options with the salespony and the card-company's in-house graphic designer. When asked, Honour had given some opinions as well, but frankly she felt completely out of her depth. She’d almost wished she was being forced to drive the Royal Engineer's automobile instead, at break-neck speeds down some narrow, winding, Canterlot alley.