"I guess I never thought of it that way..." Fleet admitted casually, between sips. "I don't really make any of the traveling decisions, or have to worry about missing transportation. I just get 'Fleet, be here by 8:00" and as long as I don't sleep past departure time, I always seem to make it. Just barely, sometimes, but that's part of the fun. Its a race against time."
Fleet had to restrain a sqwee as Soarin' agreed readily to her plan, although her only response to his teasing about going on road trips with him was a mysterious smile... In truth, he was closer to the point than he realized. She was eager to spend more time with him, especially off-duty, leisurely, train riding time! Today was shaping up! She finished off her first cup with enthusiasm and poured a second.
"All right then, its decided!" Fleet declared. "It's over to the Crystal Empire and then home by the train. Do you want to try and scrounge up breakfast here, or wait 'till we get to the station? Someone's come in and cleared up last night's dinner, but since they aren't rushing to drown us in thanks, I'm guessing they're still pretty busy treating the ill. Not that I blame them, though!"
"Yeah, and that's the issue," Soarin' said in response to Fleet's perspective on traveling. "It's always 'Soarin' go here' or 'Be here by 9.' Always gets me a little panic-y, y'know?"
The Wonderbolt shrugged. He and Fleet'd just have to agree to disagree on this one. But that seemed like the only thing they'd be disagreeing on, since Fleet was positively giddy that he'd agreed to her plan. But there was just one more thing to settle.
"Uhhh, I feel like we should grab whatever grub we can get here," Soarin' said after another drink of coffee. "Because, A: We're gonna need it so we don't run out of energy mid-hike, B: Train food's pricy and if we don't eat till we get on the train, we're gonna order a LOT of it, and C: Never skip breakfast. Most important meal of the day. So, yeah, lets go see what we can do about breakfast around here."
Soarin' knocked back the last of his coffee and rose up, making his way towards the front door.
Fleet had to restrain a laugh at the idea of running out of energy mid-hike. It wasn't that it couldn't happen- Fleet knew the feeling of weary dullness that would set in from last night, and many times before. It was just that... it didn't matter. They were Wonderbolts, the best of the best. They'd keep going, even if they were out of energy, even if they were injured, or ill, or even falling asleep mid-flight. When they had nothing left, they still moved forward.
That was who they were.
Still, Fleet had to admit, last night had been a lot harder than she'd expected. And she wasn't in a hurry to test her limits again so soon, especially not in so much wilderness as they'd be passing through. Not when breakfast was a simple request away! She gulped down the last of her second cup and scrambled up and after Soarin'. "You're the boss!~" she agreed, cheerfully! "Besides, since you're the one who eats the most, I guess you have the most to lose if we had to buy pricy train food!" Fleet added, playfully.
Outside, the sun had risen above the usual eye level and the light was significantly less dazzling than it had been. Fleet glanced curiously at Soarin'... but nope. He was as charmingly dashing and as good looking as ever. It wasn't the morning sun that had made him look so. a mixture of impatience and affection gave the Wonderbolt mare a strange quirky smile, and she picked up her feet in a trot to match his pace. No Stallion should be that tired, that hungry, and still be that good looking. It wasn't fair. But she kept that thought to herself, like always. "Where do you think we should ask?" she wondered aloud, instead.
"Da Boss," Soarin' repeated with a smile and chuckle as the two walked out into Fairflanks, liking the sound of what Fleet had called him. The Wonderbolt had to admit, when this place wasn't in the heart of one of the worst storms he'd seen in a long time, it was actually quite the nice town. Peaceful, very home-y. A far cry from his hometown of Cloudsdale, but he'd been to many a town like this in his travels and they were always refreshing to visit.
Soarin's optimism dipped for a moment as Fleetfoot brought up money. Bits were never really an issue for the Wonderbolt...but he wasn't quite sure how much he had on him at the moment. He'd worry about that later, right now it was time to scout out a place to find food.
"Hmmm," Soarin' said as he surveyed the area. "I mean, if we're looking to buy something, I don't think we'll have too hard a time finding a place..."
The Wonderbolt gestured ahead of him, pointing out a bakery and farmers market.
"...but if we're looking for a 'thank you' present, I think we're gonna have to do some digging and find the mayor or something. That sound good to you, too?"
Soarin' needed to make sure the stuff he said made sense to someone other than himself sometimes...
Fleet considered. On the one hoof, searching out a gratitude meal would be difficult and uncertain. There was no doubt that the town was still quite busy, and no matter how grateful, they probably had more important things to do than see to the stomachs of two Wonderbolts, though Fleet was sure they would be more than happy to do so, since those pegasai had just flown much needed medicine in through horrible weather just to aid them. But it simply hadn't occurred to them.
In addition, there was something... kind of ugly about going around reminding them of their great deed, just to get a meal. Well, not ugly, exactly... just not... in the spirit of the Wonderbolts, at least as she saw it. Wonderbolts did not feed off their status.
On the other hoof... it wasn't like the neglect was intentional, Fleet felt certain. If they'd remembered of their own accord, surely something would have been offered just as it had been last night. This being the case, was it really so awful to just... sort of... nudge their memory? Besides, otherwise, they would have to pay! And everypony knew that free was better than not-free! Right?
...It was no use though. Fleet couldn't bring herself to say 'Lets go begging.' to Soarin'. "Let's just see what the market has." She said, instead. "We don't really have a lot of time if we're going to make the hike in time to catch the noon train. Besides, I can smell fresh bread from here~We've got out uniforms, so I'm sure the townsponies will cut us some kind of deal," she added, hopefully.
Soarin' gave Fleetfoot a nod and an affirmative grunt. Either plan worked by him, so the decision sounded good to him. It would be nice to be able to pick out what they wanted for breakfast than take whatever the locals handed out. Even if their handouts had been pretty good so far...
And so it was that the twosome set off for the farmer's market in search of breakfast. The delightful warm scent that had hit Fleet earlier only grew stronger and more warm as they made headway into the market, joined by a number of other satisfying smells. Soarin' took a deep breath. He'd been in quite a number of places like this before and the atmosphere was just as lovely as he'd remembered it.
It was certainly preferable to the cold smell of rain that last night had burned into his brain. Even if that was an okay smell, sometimes.
"So, what are YOU in the market for, Fleetfoot?" Soarin' asked his wingmate. He didn't feel like he needed to tell her he was in the mood for anything. She should know that by now, Soarin' hoped. So, he felt like letting her take her pick and going along with whatever she felt like.
"Instant cup-of-noodles would be fine by me," Fleet replied casually, almost disinterestedly. Then, catching the look on Soarin's face, the mare grinned. "Somehow, I don't think we'll find a stall selling them in the market. I think that's a baker's stand over there. Maybe there will be some turnovers or something. Or even a simple breakfast, some croissants, a bit of cheese, some fruit. Like they do in Prance, only without the wine."
Fleet knew she was often a little too careless about what she ate, opting for the cheap, quick-and-easy over anything that required preparation or a great deal of bits. She couldn't help it. Food just didn't... interest her much, unless she was extremely hungry. Or cold. Or feeding someone else. It was hard to justify the effort of flying for a half hour, to sit down for another half hour, to be served an expensive five-star gourmet breakfast that tasted as good to you as a three minute prepped cup of noodles like the kind you could find in vending machines at the base that cost a fraction of the price. And then you could get on with your day that much faster.
Fleet paused and laughed a little sheepishly when she realized the stall she'd been headed for, that had looked like a baker's to her, was actually selling wooden boxes and other assorted nick-knacks. "Maaaaaybe you'd better choose something for us instead." she suggested to Soarin' "It's more likely to be edible."
The fact that Fleetfoot enjoyed so called "junk food" as much as Soarin' did was always common ground they'd shared. Yeah, they both knew there was really nothing in the Neighponese import and college student staple of instant noodles. But that didn't make them any less tasty. Soarin' scoffed at the idea of junk food, honestly. Some food is better than others and some is better for you than others...but there was no such think as "junk" food. Junk implied wastefulness. And no food was a waste to Soarin'. Not instant noodles, nor apple pie.
Especially not when you have food with one of your best buddies in the whole world.
Soarin' thought he should stop thinking about how no food is bad and start thinking about what food would be good for right now.
"Yeah, leave this to the expert, Fleetfoot!" he said. "I do like your idea, though. Something...doughy, y'know? Croissant, some kinda sweet roll maybe? Buns? Somethin' like that. I know they got around here somewhere, unless that smell is all in my head. Follow me, I'll track it down..."
And lo, like a certain toucan once said, Soarin' followed his nose, tracking down the warm, sweet aroma of bread. It turned out the duo were not far away, as the baker they'd been anticipating had been just around the corner. Sure enough, the stand was stocked with all manner of tarts and loaves and all that good stuff.
"I think is the ticket, Fleet," Soarin' said. "But lets go give it a look just to be sure, 'kay?"
The Wonderbolt trotted up to the stand to inspect the wares...
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