“Knowing that,” she continued, “I made clothes which matched the style. Quite frankly, they are not what I would consider proper formal wear, but nopony has any point of comparison. I was lucky Twilight was able to assist me in choosing something appropriate for a gentlestallion, or I would have been hopelessly lost.” She levitated a pair of pants and a button-down shirt out of one of the bags and set them on the bed. At her nod, he picked them up.