Oh yeah, by the by, ponies were really fucking good at homemade costumes apparently. Hooves, or horns possibly, were really good for sewing, knitting, and darning it seemed. Handy had abandoned his incredulity that their hooves should make such things impossible. Clearly there was something he was missing about them that his preconceptions were getting in the way of. Perhaps the bottom of their hooves was shaped in such a way to make manipulation easier? He didn’t know. It was weird, but at the end of the day, those costumes were evidently homemade, with patches and sew lines, and ranged from everything from monster suits to some kid in a ridiculously poofy renaissance get up. Although considering what era this world was currently in, it was probably contemporary dress of someone important or other. Ponies didn’t wear clothes, but if they did, they would probably wear some pretty damn good ones.