Despite the time investment involved, the Royal Engineer had been polite and discreet about the whole dress-shopping thing. He'd even taken the both of them out for lunch afterwards, at one of Canterlot's innumerable canal-side patio cafés. It was a good thing, too, because as long as it had taken to pick out the corporal’s dress, designing his calling card had taken even longer. Although she’d delivered and received plenty of them, Honour really had no idea how much work and thought could be put into the little paper things.