Roland nods in wizened empathy. "I know that feeling. It does get frustrating when what you see in your head isn't quite what comes out, huh?" He's no craftsman, but he's a writer, a lawmaker. He has his own passion projects growing up that fit the bill of not exactly staying true to the blueprints he lays out. So even as he admires the dress, he lowers it to offer Inigo a look that screams how much he gets it. Said dress is returned to its owner with feathered grace, laid out unto Inigo's waiting hands.

"I guess the only advice I can give you is to keep going. When you practice and hone the skill, you'll eventually get so good that suddenly, the dress you want Jumblie to wear is precisely the dress you've made at that moment. Does that make sense?"

He resumes the easy flow of conversation, encouraging Inigo while relaxing in his presence, leaning back an elbow on the edge of the counter. They should do this more often, talks over tea or coffee and getting to know each other in simpler ways. Moreso now that he's discovered Inigo's latest attempt at a new hobby, one that he seems to like! He could definitely buy him something, for certain...