[ENTRANCEWAY] IC CONTACT

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You've reached Peridot, leader of the Crystal Gems. I can't get to your call right now, but you can leave a message, and if I'm not too busy being a great savior and all-around wonderful gem, I'll get back to you.

[pause]

...Is that all I do? When does it- [BEEP]

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[Um.]

Well. Hypothetically, I would want to keep you apart so not to cause any kind of conflict. You two don't have to get along for me to be friends with both of you, right?

[IS THIS HOW IT WORKS, STEVEN???]

[sslillappy]

[Through the mirror, M'Lapis watches Peridot write so attentively that she then has to go back and actually read the words a couple times. Not that the words aren't also an important part of the package; in both cases the awkward discomfort is palpable. It's not fair at all to be put on the spot like that, of course, not for anybody, and certainly not for someone in so far over her short little head. But who cares about that? The Mirror takes her time writing her own response carefully, and if she couldn't fully explain why she's doing this, well, it's still what she wants to do.]

You're sure you wouldn't be worried at all? That something else might happen?

[slapfight]

[Peridot feels very much like she's not fully grasping the situation or that she's undercomplicating it, so she pauses, starts to write, erases words with the back of her hand, and then tries again. This process repeats a couple of times with her growing increasingly more agitated until finally she seeks the clarification she really needs to make an informed decision.]

Like what?

[sslillappy]

[M'Lapis enjoys the show. Whatever this is, that's probably a good place to call it enough, though. Even if she is a creature of whim it probably wouldn't do anyone any good to ACTUALLY give Peridot ideas.

None of this is satisfying in the same way it used to be. She really was dumb letting herself get so hung up on Peridot for so long. Sometimes there's a different kind of satisfaction, though, weird and paradoxical, in going back to revisit that kind of thing. It just goes to show that she's moving on.]

I mean, I can't really say. They'd be your worries.
Of course, it's all hypothetical anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter, does it?
So what does this Entrapta of yours or mine look like?

[slapfight]

Then I'll sorry about it later. Right.

[She still feels wary, but she'll shove it off later and forget about it. She's good at that now. Better at dealing when she needs to, but still brilliant at pushing off hypotheticals until they can be solved.]

he has prehensile hair. It's impossible to miss.

[sslillappy]

Then I'll keep an eye out.