A blue hand reaches out of the mirror, at the standard Lapis sort of height, and gently pokes Peridot in the forehead before receding whence it came. This would be silly enough with anyone, but considering it's Peridot, whose forehead is her soul, it's either extra awkward or kinda forward, or both. Probably both.]
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A blue hand reaches out of the mirror, at the standard Lapis sort of height, and gently pokes Peridot in the forehead before receding whence it came. This would be silly enough with anyone, but considering it's Peridot, whose forehead is her soul, it's either extra awkward or kinda forward, or both. Probably both.]