"Of course i take it. I'd have to work ten years for that" Golden takes the form from Spring "This is real, right?" Golden was beaming at the offer, but she was still suspicious. "This is not a lie to get me to sign this?" Spring wasn't known to be a liar, but the offer just sounded too good to be true. Golden picked the pen from Spring, and signed the already filled form. "So, when is the hospital spot ready? When can i get Cobalt moved to the Royal hospital?"

Golden stopped on her tracks halfway through Spring's speech. She groaned again after her sister was done. "Very funny Spring... I can barely stand from all the laughter... Now go away. The answer is still no, and you know why. I get more bits from my current job, than i would as a guard."

Golden trotted down the market street in Canterlot, doing her grocery shopping, and picking up some small knick-knacks from foreign merchants all trying to push their good to ponies. She stops by a stall selling carrots, then picks up some nails. After that she moves to pick up couple loafs of bread, and a bottle of milk. Golden played oblivious to a shadow following her, causing huge confusion in the merchants, as this shadow hid under their stalls, behind their goods, or in some other way used their property for hiding purposes. After picking up a box of cookies, Golden left the market street, turning to a smaller alleyway. She waited right behind the corner, and extended her hoof for the purpose of tripping the next pony that would enter the same alleyway as she did.

Golden gave Sero an amused look after his last comment about Fritter, and only "replied" to it with a chuckle.

Golden directed her eyes towards the zones, while still listening Sero. She smirked when Sero called some of the fighters "colorful characters", as she was most likely included in that description of combatants. "I can't say anything about that mystic mare... I didn't see the fight... I don't think i've even seen that pony at all..." Golden hoped she wouldn't face this mysterious pony. She had next to no experience with magic, and most likely wouldn't have a way to counter such spells that apparently could make ponies sick right away. "Maybe it was just something spoiled..." She said with a thoughtful tone. Golden fell silent as she began to actually pay attention to the fights, hoping to actually get some information about the other fighters, in case she would face somepony of them in a fight later on.

Golden looked as Star left the workshop, and presumably went to a bedroom of some sort, to rest. Golden turned to look at Haywire, the happiness and energy gone, as the stallion wiped a tear away from his cheek. Golden shook her head at Hay's apology. "No need to apologize. I was warned about possible "resistance" from the machines..." Golden put her hoof on Hay's shoulder to get his attention. "Maybe you should go talk to her?" She suggested, accompanied by a smile.

"Unless you need my help for anything, i will leave you to it. I'll come back later, when things are a bit better here, okay?" Golden said, getting up from the floor and ready to either leave, or help Haywire, if he needed her help.

The sudden loud noice caused Golden to accidentally and quite violently crush the cookie she was holding with her magic, and made her recoil back from the table, causing the cup of milk to topple over and spill on the table. Golden wore a bit shocked expression as she looked at the direction of the voice. Seeing the outcome, she remained silent, and was somewhat ready to react to any other "prank" she could spot happening.

Golden raised her eyebrow, not sure if Hay was joking about the hot sauce or not. "They seem pretty... Angry, if you ask me, but then again, that is my first impression of them..." Golden was thinking what she could ask Hay to invent for her, if the inventions would only prank her all the time. She would have to ask about that at some point. When Hay returned with some cookies, Golden grabbed couple of them with her magic, from the looks of them, they seemed to be chocolate chip cookies.

Golden was first about to say that she would stay there and finish the milk and cookies in the kitchen, but was then asked to bring the milk to the workshop with her. She shrugged, having been told that possible spills are not a problem, Golden picked the cookies, her cup and the carton with her and followed Hay to the table with the TT. She set the carton down on the table, and sat down herself, having a small inner struggle whether or not she should dip the cookies in the milk.