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“I heard you got yourself a brand new Pearl.”

The sneer is evident in Yellow Diamond’s voice, but Rose chooses to ignore it, smiling sweetly instead. She’s been waiting eagerly for the chance to brag about her newest and fanciest toy, and is more than pleased that Yellow Diamond has given her the excuse. “I did! All the best options, of course. After seeing White Diamond’s Pearl, I just knew I had to upgrade.”

Blue Diamond’s eyes narrow, glaring meaningfully at the pair of them. “This has absolutely nothing to do with Kindergarten management, which, might I remind you two, is why we are having this meeting?”

“Oh, we’ve got plenty of time for that,” White Diamond pipes up dismissively, turning to Rose instead with interest. She’d known flattery would be the best way to get the other leader on her side. “Which options did you go for?”

“She’s a great dancer, of course,” she gushes, “Lovely singing voice, too. She has built-in holographic abilities as well as increased storage capacity. She’s as useful as she is beautiful. You should consider ordering yourself one.”

“If she’s so useful,” Yellow Diamond asks skeptically, “Why didn’t you bring her here?”

Rose laughs. “Oh, of course I brought her with me! I thought it inappropriate to bring her into our meeting chamber without prior approval. She’s waiting for me outside.”

“Why don’t we take a break and have a look at her?” White Diamond suggests, turning to Yellow Diamond. “Honestly, you really should consider getting your own. You won’t regret it.”

There is no protest from Blue Diamond aside from an annoyed roll of her eyes, so Rose is more than happy to acquiesce.

“Pearl?” she calls out loudly, shifting into her most saccharine voice, “Come in here so everyone can have a look at you.”

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Garnet drags her feet as she makes her way home, eyes blinking in an attempt to stay awake. She’d been roped into a late shift at work and was exhausted, unable to think of anything but collapsing into her bed, which she would mercifully be able to do if she could just keep herself moving for a few more minutes.

She’s so concerned with not falling asleep on her feet that she’s barely paying attention to where she’s going. She’s paying so little attention that she fails to notice anything blocking her path until suddenly she’s falling forward. Adrenaline kicks in just in time for her to awkwardly stay on her feet, stumbling forward but not hitting the ground. She wheels around, ready to glare at whatever object was blocking her path… until she gets a good focus on it and realizes it’s a person.

Panic sets in as she scrambles forward, rushing to get a better look at them. She’s even more horrified when she realizes it’s a young woman, looking incredibly out of place lying by the side of the road. “Oh shit,” she breathes, suddenly very awake as she falls to her knees down next to her. “Are you okay?”

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"And oh my goodness, when you swung that hammer -- you hit it so hard, I thought you were going to break it!" Giggles bubble up from Pearl's throat like a fountain, and she nearly stumbles in her next step, overcome by laughter. She leans closer into Garnet's side for support, one arm looped through hers already, and recomposes herself with a deep inhale of evening air.

"Actually, maybe you did, and that's why it gave out so many tickets," she suggests once calmer, eyebrows tweezing together in thought. Even with her giggling quelled, though, Pearl's smile stretches bright from ear to ear, and her freckled cheeks remain flushed with excitement. She swings up her other arm, wrapped around the prize purchased with said tickets -- a ridiculously oversized plushie of what appears to be a cross between a hippopotamus and a dog, and despite this manages to be adorable. "I thought it was never going to end!"

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Pearl steps inside her own apartment with such hesitation, you'd think she's a stranger who just happened upon an unlocked door. Her eyes dart around anxiously, freckled cheeks flushed pink, and between her fingers she clutches a bright green flyer -- and has been doing so for quite some time, if its creased and sweat-dampened edges are any indication.

"Garnet? Garnet, are you here?"