"No, no! You didn't do anything wrong, Garnet, I just--" Pearl presses a hand over her own cheek, momentarily dumbstruck by her own asininity. She can't believe she made Garnet apologize, and with such a terrified look on her face -- in ten years, she can count the number of times she's seen her make that expression on one hand.

And now Pearl's going to look like an absolute idiot explaining herself. "It occurred to me that my mouth might, erm, taste unpleasant. It's been two hours since my last breath mint." Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she holds up the half-empty box with a lopsided smile.

Small and feeble, she offers: "Sorry."