No, her current frustrations could be boiled down to just one particular colt. Not the Royal Engineer, of course -- he was standing on a small podium in front of a set of mirrors, while one of the shop's unicorn tailors made some final adjustments to his suit, pinning back the trouser-legs and cuffs for the finishing hems. The salespony waiting on her VIP gave a thin-lipped smile as he waited for the needle-worker to finish their business.