Despite the subtle game of psychological warfare taking up a piece of her attention, Irhya still can't help but laugh at his response. That much, she supposes, is true universally, no matter which she's talking to. "All right," she says, smiling from behind her hand as if trying to mask the playful gesture. "I'll do it. Since you're appealing to my inner perfectionist and all... it's true, I can't help it. I do like making aesthetically appealing things where I can, though many turn out not to be as practical. But for a saddle, I could probably tool some designs in..."

In this case, perhaps she should stay away from the usual floral and stick to something more abstract...? He doesn't seem like much of a person for flowers. She takes a moment to envision it before returning to reality.

"Yes, I can make it work. I'll check what I already have and let you know what I need, and we can go from there. I'm thinking an additional strap behind the main cinch will keep the saddle on taut like you want, but I'll have to take a few measurements so it doesn't accidentally hinder any movements."