For Padmé, she's so used to fine thing that she doesn't notice the difference in the quality of leather just yet. She will, though, as soon as she gets a good look at the type of garments he wears for regular Jedi duties. Very little slips by her notice, even if there's no outward indication that she's paid something any attention at all.

Glancing over her shoulder as she rifles through the wardrobe where she'd unpacked her things the day before, she nods at the suggestion. "That would be nice, thank you. I'm just going to dress and do my hair, it shouldn't take more than fifteen minutes. I can meet you downstairs?"