"Rarity, it's, uh..." Sunset bit her lip as she took in the sketchbook.
"Don't hold back, dear," Rarity said, looking at her expectantly.
"It's great, really, I'm..." Sunset looked back and forth between design and designer as she tried to articulate her thoughts on the flowing, robelike outfit. "I'm just not sure it really sends the message I'm looking for."
"Well, I was going to try to adapt traditional Equestrian diplomatic garb, however..." As Rarity trailed off, she gave Sunset a flat look over her designing glasses, not so much asking the other girl to finish the sentence as daring her.
Sunset sighed. "Ponies don't normally wear pants."
"Ponies do not, in fact, normally wear pants. Or much of anything. You have your god-queens trotting about in nothing but shoes and a smile, for goodness sake."
Sunset sighed. "There are a number of things wrong with that statement, but I understand where you're coming from."