Conversation was natural for the young dragon, and for Gilded it was the opposite. The only distraction Spike could even consider a blessing was the occasional pony who wandered into their train car and took a seat. Idle chatter would spring up between the ponies, but there was this uneasy feeling ever since Hoover that would not stop nagging Spike. Their spacious, empty car at the rear of the train had slowly gained more ponies, a new one joining them every half hour or so.