I say no, Tia!
Spitfire slowly walked down over to Celestia's room, singing the lyrics to a song inwardly while doing so. She was here to make a few requests to Celestia, then quickly fly off to rejoin her pegasai, most of which were really green and needed to be trained. Unfortunately, her former training staff were very incompetent, lazy pegasai that didn't teach the new recruits any more than flight school did, and she wanted to fix that (the Wonderbolts couldn't have any weak fliers among their ranks!). So, without so much a warning to the trainers, she fired all of them, and while there were plenty of candidates to chose from as her new trainers throughout Equestria, she specifically wanted pegasai from the royal guard; they had rough conditioning to ensure that they could fly under rough weather when needed, strong knowledge of how to strengthen their flight capabilities, and she was sure that a few veterans would jump at the chance to 'retire' early and work as trainers for her. Jus' liek ma owld teecher used ta say, ya can't expect no gween pegsai ta bang left if ya ain't got the right pawnies to teach 'em how.
She casually walked up to the doors, and pushed them open, causing one Celestia to look up from her papers with a smile on her face. "Ah, Spitfire! Just in time to save me from this dreadfully boring paperwork. How are you?" She offered a hoof towards a very comfortable chair, already placed out and ready for her (for some ponies, Celestia didn't even bother offering a chair, so it was a very high honor indeed to be offered a chair from her, and a pony would do well to make sure they kept that privilege).
"Awm great, Pwincess Cerlestia, but I gotta be honest wid ya, I ain't got tiem ta waste, I got pawnies waitin' to be trained, so I gotta make dis quick befer I gotta book it outta here wid some pawnies ta train them green-wings, ya?" Spitfire took the offered chair, and sat down in it, letting out a sigh as she sunk into the very comfortable velvety chair.
"Understandable, Spitfire." In all honestly, Celestia had absolutely no idea what Spitfire was saying half the time. I really must spend more time in Spitfire's hometown, though I have the feeling it will confuse me to no end and will fray my nerves to the point of insanity just trying to figure everything out. "I understand you have come here to discuss about the Wonderbolt's budget, as well as new trainers you wish to aquire for the Wonderbolts?"
"Ya got thad rwight, Pwincess Cerlestia! I needa see if I can't get some moar moolah and different pawnies fer breakin' in the recruits! The old chowdaheads I had befer ain worth any of the moolah they're got paid, so I fired them! They tell me they're doin' fine! Na-ah, Tia! I wan replacements fer those chowdaheads!"
...I think she insulted the ponies that are currently in charge of training her pegasai. I think. I also think she wants some bits. Celestia pushed away her papers to look at Spitfire with a slightly confused expression on her face. "Erm...Okay, Spitfire. So...How much more 'moolah' do you need, and how many 'pawnies'?"
"Ah, ya! Finaly, a pawnie thad listens to me! I need moolah thads at least numberin' at foddy thousan, and I'd liek 'bout seven pegasai vets from the royal gward!"
...I think I'm actually beginning to understand her. That's scaring me. That's scaring me really, really badly. Yet, it's not as scary like when Luna snores; now, that's scary. Celestia gently tapped on the table a few times, mulling over Spitfire's words before speaking, as she wanted to make sure she understood her words first. She spoke once she got a rough grasp of what was said. "So...'Fourty' thousand bits, and seven pegasai veterans from the royal guard is what you're asking for?"
"Ya! Thad's what I need!" Spitfire put emphasis on her words by pounding the table with her right hoof once, and then nodding. "Thad's all I need fer the W-Team! I promise, Tia, you'll see resalts soon!"
With a nod, Celestia pulled out a check, writing down the sum of forty thousand bits. I actually expected a lot more bits and the demand for more pegasai; it seems like Spitfire is doing very well, minus the fired trainers, and simply needs the resources to expand her operations a little bit more the way she wants it to expand. Fair enough. "Very well; I have no wish to see the team I created a long, long time ago to suddenly stop now because of a few bits not going your way, and without the right pegasai training your recruits. You can also pick any seven 'pawnies' from the royal guard that you want; though, of course, you must have their consent first. If you need anything else, Spitfire, don't be afraid to ask me, and I'll see if I can provide any help."
"Awright!" Spitfire grinned as she grabbed the check, taking a moment to punch the air with a hoof. "Awh, heck yeah! I gotta find them pawnies now! Later, pwincess Tia!"
Spitfire got up from her seat, and walked over to the other side of the table. Celestia was wondering what the flight captain was up to, though she found out when the pegasus reached over and pecked a kiss on her cheek. Immediately, Celestia's wings shot up, and her embarrassment reached critical levels never before personally experienced by her; all this from the rather simple action of getting kissed on the cheek.
"Thanks, luv! I can use this moolah to get the W-Team back on track!" Just as quickly as the kiss happened, Spitfire was walking out towards the door, leaving behind a red-faced, flabbergasted Celestia behind, who was trying to piece together what just happened.
She was still sitting like that when Luna came by to check up on her, complaining that her 'fat-flanked sun' wasn't moving for her moon.