"Your armour, your sword, your food, your hygiene supplies, your mess kit, your sword, your shield, some spending bits, and your identification." Blossom listed off studiously, it was something that she had rehearsed a few times for him, and sometimes he gets most of them, other times he forgets. Hopefully this will be one of the times that he remembers everything. "As long as you remember that, you should be fine." He then brought up the sight that Blossom had seen when they were last in Ponyville, the chicken race, and she shook her head, "I am still not sure if that event was entirely legal, but I will admit, it was both silly and amusing to watch."

As they neared the barracks, she said, "Yes, it is a shame that there will be no down time for us, but really, our time for leave will be approaching soon enough, and we will have all the time to do the things that we like in Prance. If all goes well with this assignment, it is literally just around the corner. At least you won't have to worry about packing an armour and shield in that time. Speaking of which..." she began as they approached the barracks. "Don't forget what you need to bring." When they got inside, Blossom began sorting through the things that she was going to bring; the food, shortsword, guisarme, hygiene supplies, ID, mess kit, a jacket in case it was cold on the train, and the backpack that all of it would be carried in before starting to take off bits of her armour to set in its own secured case.

Upon mentioning the event where Blossom and Bastion had replaced the quartermaster's shampoo with dye, Blossom looked around in an alarmed manner to make sure that nopony else was listening. The only individuals here were also only just passing through for their things or sleeping, but thankfully, the quartermaster was nowhere in sight. When she was sure of this, Blossom whispered, "Vous serez au calme! You know he is still looking for who did that, right? I'm sure there will be hell to pay if he does find out who actually did it. I swear, if he had any power like the drill sergeants, he would still have us running laps to this day." She paused for a few seconds before giggling a bit and adding, "though I have to admit, he was a little more tolerable while he had such a vibrant, cotton candy pink mane and tail. What exactly did he do again that warranted that?"

As Bastion reminded her of the crime that needed to be punished, that being the carrying of the fragile parchments, Blossom had a lightbulb moment where she suddenly remembered what he was talking about. Yes, the fragile parchments, where the quartermaster, as rude as he was, literally picked the two of them specifically from the mess hall as they were eating to help him ferry around a bunch of pieces of paper, threatening them with punishment if anything happened to the papers. Needless to say, their lunches were cut short, and they were miserable for the rest of the day. Revenge was sweet and amusing. Packing her own cases with a returned grin, she balanced her armour case onto her back, levitating the bag that carried the rest of her things, including the blinker and key, in front of her.

At Bastion's mocking jab, Blossom furrowed her brow, mocking an annoyed look as she countered, "Now you are the one who is reminding me of ma grand-mère. No, I did not forget anything." Picking up her guisarme and balancing it against one shoulder, she walked back towards the barracks entrance with Bastion, heading back to the other end of Canterlot where the train station was. As they walked, she turned and asked, "I can't help but think about what this thing we are getting does that needs such secrecy, and why it wasn't taken from the forest earlier. Not to mention that the forest is full of dangerous beasts according to the townsfolk. That one story that mare in the tailoring and smithing shop told still disturbs me a bit."

"It went something like..." Blossom mused as she tapped her chin while walking, "... gah, the more I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds, but she used to live in the Everfree Forest with an old stallion who then trained her in martial arts and swordplay." Yes, it did indeed sound more ridiculous to Blossom the more she thought about it, and she began to wonder why she didn't question the whole story earlier. Perhaps it was just a live and let live stance that she took that day; if she wanted to believe that she was a master swordspony, then so be it. There was still a part of her that jerked towards the notion that the mare was telling the truth; perhaps it was in that blank thousand-yard stare that she nearly had when she recounted the next bit.

"She then said that she and her master were ambushed by an angry pack of timber wolves who proceeded to kill her master and nearly kill her, and she had to carry herself back out to Ponyville, racing her own body as it tried to bleed out." Blossom was quiet for a bit before asking, "Were you serious about taking those meditation courses by the way? I'm not exactly sure how that kind of thing could help us."

Blossom followed Bastion through the train station, picking up her ticket after flashing her identity badge over to the pass vendor, going to stand near the edge of the platform where the train was to be arriving. It shouldn't be too long now; Blossom thought they would be cutting it a little close, but perhaps they were just in time. Shouldn't be too long before the train arrives now, and in the meantime, Bastion still had a few questions of his own to ask. It would be foolish of her to not expect any sort of wild imaginings from Bastion, especially those filled with visions of grandeur and adventure; she could probably realistically see him growing up on his lust for action, and it was probably something he will continue taking with him no matter what. Blossom was, unfortunately, more of a realist than Bastion, and she said with a little amused laugh, "I most certainly hope we don't have to fight the likes of any sort of beast on our way there, and I highly doubt that we would run into anything noteworthy making its home in an abandoned castle, but it wouldn't hurt to expect them."

She looked further down the tracks as the bell announcing the trains imminent arrival, accompanied by the steady chugging sound of the train engine, "Why, were you anticipating some sort of encounter like that? I certainly hope you aren't going to go looking for trouble this time. Try to get on first, Bastille, I want some good seats."

Blossom arched her eyebrows in a bit of surprise when Bastion said it would be the sort of tale that he would want to tell his kids and grandkids. Unlike Bastion, Blossom hadn't been anticipating or planning ahead for how it would be if she were to have kids herself, in fact, she wasn't even sure what she would do with a kid. Bastion was always the one that did better with the young ones, and went from being the armoured hulk that he was into a gentle giant whenever there were kids present, while the same children still perceived Blossom as the individual to leave alone. Perhaps it was just that warm, energetic nature that Bastion exuded whenever he knew he didn't have to take anything seriously, or maybe he just liked kids more than she did. She could barely even handle her kid sisters, let alone children that weren't at all related to her.

As soon as they boarded the train, Blossom made a beeline for one of the compartments that was empty, setting her duffel bag beside her as Bastion took the seat opposite of her. When they were both in their seats, Blossom closed the door to their 'room' and exhaled, sinking into the padded seat as she looked out the window at the station, feeling a little excited now that they were on the train. "Kids, huh?" Blossom mused as she looked out the window before looking at Bastion again, "You already thinking about starting a family? You always were the one who was good with them while we were on patrol. Really, if you weren't present most of the time when kids were involved, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to make any of them smile as you do. Kids hate me, I guess. Did you ever think about when you wanted to start your family?"

Blossom shakes her head at Bastion's question, somewhat thankful that Bastion didn't decide to stay on the topic of his father. She wasn't sure exactly why Bastion refused to talk about his dad, or why he avoided it as much as he did, but she could only guess that his father had something to do with why Bastion was living with his grandparents while he was growing up. Maybe one day she would work up the courage to ask him who his father was and why bastion seems to have something against him, but maybe not anytime soon; she has seen Bastion angry, and she doesn't want to be in a room where it was only the two of them and he was getting roused with anger. "In all honesty, I haven't," she admitted with a shake of her head, beginning to undo the band that held her ponytail in place, letting her pinkish-red mane fall down her back before beginning to tie it back up, "I haven't really had any good experiences with kids other than their being loud and messy, and... je ne sais pas, I'm just in no rush to settle down. I've had to deal with my two young sisters already while I was growing up, and I'd expect it to be a lot like that. I still have to find someone who can put up with -me-, after all."