Zenith approaches him, frowning faintly as she circles him, considering his clothes. “Well first off, your shirt’s too tight to allow sudden movement without ripping in the shoulders. Your pants will make you sweat a lot, losing precious water, and the crotch is sewn too tightly. If you were to mount a horse in those, your pants would probably split, and it doesn’t provide a lot of protection if you were to gallop. Don’t even get me started on your shoes. I love your outfit, Barry, but for riding it’s not practical in the slightest. But we have clothes that should fit you.” Her tone is firm and practical.