“By doing the best you can to become a better pony.” She took a sip from her cup. Crimson sat in silence, still staring into her cup, her ears twitching as the music changed in pitch and tempo as the minstrels moved from one song to another. The smell of the place didn't bother her now, nor the crowd, her mind lost in thought entirely. She finished the drink and placed the empty cup on the barrel between them with an appreciable sigh, smacking her lips lightly at the taste and enjoying the fullness of the brew. Starlight looked at her expectantly.