Smiling at the approval, Pearl drops a mint into her palm and pops it into her mouth. She rolls it around on her tongue, waiting for it to melt away -- though it occurs to her that minute-long process is too lengthy to spend just staring down at Garnet in silence. The corner of her mouth twists in a circle, a bit awkwardly, before she remembers she does in fact have something to say:

"You cleaned up your room for me, didn't you?"