By the time Pearl returns, Garnet is nearly finished cleaning. Or at least, the kitchen is about as clean as it previously was, and she’s almost done mopping up the blood in the living room. It’s fairly evident where the blood previously was, because those spots are still wet and slightly noticeably cleaner than the rest of the floor.

She raises her head, looking Pearl up and down before dropping the old sponge mop back into the bucket of dirty water near her feet. Given the time it took and the state she's in, Garnet feels no need to ask how the task went. Unsurprisingly, Pearl looks even filthier than before, and she can’t imagine that digging a hole with her bare hands could possibly have felt dignified.

“Why don’t you take a shower?” she suggests, gesturing down the hall. “I’m almost done anyway.”