#literally my first thought upon seeing these couches was 'Oh wow that’s Rose and Pearl from Ghost Quartet! They are a binary star!'

[amaliatheartist]

Sometimes you go out in your neighbourhood with your camera with the intention of taking photos (cause you haven’t practiced in a while), and one that you end up taking is of a red and a white couch stacked on top of each other in a way that reminds you of two characters from one of your favourite musicals and how they are spiritually connected to each other.

The photo in question:

[shirophantomvox]

What’s up y’all! Tumblr is literally fucking glitching and certain letters on my keyboard aren't working so I couldn't put in a title. The title of this is: "I Will Always Celebrate My Birthday". Here is another lovely prompt from @vld-prompts . I hope you like it! If these stories seem rushed, it’s because I am writing them before working and I go to school so I have to fit them in some time, right? Anyway, this prompt says: The Paladins learn that Alteans have no concept of birthday celebrations and promptly decide to demonstrate one for Allura, Coran (and/or Lotor.) Happy reading and follow me for more stories!

Princess Allura; the girl that has been to hell and back; took in many “aliens” and trained them to be paladins of the lions. She had experienced tragedy after tragedy but somehow managed to keep pushing. Lots of people looked up to her for hope and support and she never disappointed. It seemed like all she did was work and work and work until she passed out from exhaustion. Once she was so tired that she couldn’t even remember her own age! Wait! How old is she again? 10,000 years old right? No! She’s 10,001 years old! She reached into the drawer in her dresser and pulled out a thin, long gold box that was glistening under the light. She gently opened the box and there laid a beautiful pearl necklace and bracelet. This was a gift from the late King Alfor and Melanor of Altea; her parents. They had always mentioned the necklace as a reward for reaching such an age. You see, in Altean history, when a woman turns 10,001 years old, they take life more seriously. They know that it is time to buckle down; it is time to make money, find a partner, and parent children to follow in their footsteps. The necklace was a reward for her accomplishments. Allura often thought of her parents, wishing that they could see her now. They both would be proud.

Lance and Pidge entered the living room carrying heavy boxes that Coran gave them full of dusty trophies and small knickknacks. They were trying to clean out the 3rd floor so Hunk and Pidge could set up their virtual reality equipment. Suddenly, both tripped and dropped the boxes spilling everything all over the floor. Hey, blame the pearls. They’re THAT shiny.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Allura said running from her chair. She grabbed Pidge and Lance by their arms and pulled them up. “Let me help you pick this up.” Pidge got up, dusted herself off, and returned to pick up the items from the ground. “Lance, could you pass me the cardboard box. Lance? Lance! Are you listening to me?” To Allura’s surprise (not really), Lance was staring at her for much longer than usual. His mouth nearly dropped to the ground as he gave Allura two looks. It must have been some magic in that ol’ pearl necklace. Allura had on a light rose pink dress that exposed her shoulders. A white rose was pinned to her dress. This was apart of Altean tradition; on your special day, you just wore fancy clothes around the house and whenever you went out. “Lance! You’re drooling,” Pidge said groaning in irritation. It was bad enough Lance was slightly lazy but him drooling over Allura slowed her down. “Oh, sorry. S-sorry for staring Allura. Y-you just look prettier than usual. That necklace makes your skin glow.” “Thank you, Lance. I appreciate it.” “Great. Heh-he. Lance, can we finish this now? Hunk and I have work to do.” “R-right. Right” Still love-struck, Lance managed to help Pidge put away the boxes and the rest of the clothes laid on the couch. Lance was right about one thing, she never dressed like this before, why so sudden? “Why are you dressed liked that,” Pidge asked. “Don’t question it Pidge!” “It’s ok. Today is the day I was born 10,001 years ago.” “So, it’s your birthday?” “What?” “Your birthday. Today was the day you were born 10,001 years ago.” “Ah, yes. Right!” “Great! When do we get cake and ice cream?” “Ice cream? Cake?” “You’ve never heard of cake and ice cream?! Wow, your parties must have been lame.” “Actually...I’ve never had any of those...parties. What are they like?” “They’re fun! You have cake, ice cream, and if you’re lucky you get to have your birthday at a venue!” Lance LOVED birthday parties. It was the perfect opportunity for him to get as many phone numbers as he could and for him to talk to his friends about games and live streaming. Pidge on the other hand was an introvert; she liked staying to herself because that was the only way for her to get her work completed. The only person that could relate to her was Hunk and they had similar interests. “Lance doesn’t need any more sugar than what he is already consuming. Pidge pushed her glasses closer to her face as she placed the last box on the table. But I am willing to throw you a birthday party if Lance will help me.” “Of Course I will! Hunk will bake the cake, he can make the ice cream, and Pidge and I will make party favors. Let’s go, team! Mission Birthday Party is a-go.” Lance, being excited about this mission, was so overjoyed that he ran flat into the door. “I’m ok!” Baking a cake was the perfect task for Hunk during this time. Constantly thinking about returning to Earth can and will drive you insane. He and the other paladins have a point--they did not sign up for this mission but they were called upon to carry out a job and they were nearly finished, at last. Hunk had taken bakery classes at the nearby arts and crafts store, NaTalia’s. He had learned how to make birthdays, weddings, and just regular cakes with a quickness. His art form including basic designs and printing edible pictures on the cake. Allura’s favorite colors were pink, white, and dark grayish-blue. Although those colors were far apart from each other on the palette, he made it work. The ice-cream was already made. He decided to make mint chocolate and vanilla to ensure everyone was satisfied. The cake was great and it looked delicious too! The only downside is that the ship’s kitchen looked like a tornado ran through it. Oh well. That’s how you know you accomplished your mission. He topped the cake off with little wax figures of King Alfor and Melanor at the top near the pink rim. He thought this was the perfect finishing touch...hopefully she thinks so too. Hunk gently placed the ice cream and the cake on a pushcart and began to

wheel it to the bridge. The wax figures made Hunk think harder. He was going to remove them. He didn’t want Allura to cry on her big day, he wanted her to be happy. The doors opened as everyone stood to their feet and watched the beautiful cake be wheeled into the room. The edible sparkly pink glitter glistened underneath the room’s headlights. Allura stood to her feet, her hands over her mouth gasping in amazement. Pidge and Lance had made pink and white confetti and by some miracle found pink balloons in the closet. Just when they were going to sing “Happy Birthday” by Stevie Wonder, a few tears began to fall from Allura’s face. Hunk’s smile was instantly wiped away. He knew he should have removed the figurines. “Allura...I-I’m sorry. I thought--” “--No! It’s ok! I love it! Thank you Hunk!” Allura nearly knocked him over with her hug, but that’s ok. It was a warm bear hug; one full of love and joy. “Hey! Where’s my hug?!” “Later, Lance.” “Ooooh,” Pidge said laughing. “Ok, who’s ready to sing Happy Birthday, Keith asked already grabbing a hamburger slider. I’m hungry. “Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birthday to ‘ya. Happy Birth-day!” The team sang, off-key, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered is they successfully gave Allura the first birthday experience of her life and it is safe to say that she loved it. She was overjoyed with emotion, all happiness. Shiro gave her a few tissues to wipe her eyes with so her eye makeup wouldn’t drip. “Thank you all! I appreciate it very much! I will always celebrate my birthday for as long as I shall live!”

[ronyxfic]

Educating the Victim - Act VI, Chapter II

Pairing: mentioned Pearl/Rose, Greg/Rose, Pearl/Amethyst

Rating: Mature

Warnings/Tags: drugs, mental illness

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CHAPTER 2: Limbo

 The easter holidays had started, and so far, Rose had not heard anything from Pearl. A few days in, she decided to text her.

Hey Pearl, I hope you’re doing okay. Would you be up for meeting me for coffee one of these days?

 The reply was almost instant. Is that appropriate? :^o

    Not as a date. I would just like to see you, as a friend perhaps.  I can bring Greg, if that would make you feel better.

  Greg! Oh, sure. I'll have to think about it but what day are you thinking of?

  Thursday, maybe? Unless that doesn’t suit you?

  I'm good for the evening!

  That sounds good. There’s a nice little cafe near me, unless you want to go back to the one next to the school?

  Something new might be nice

Let's do that, then.

 Incidentally, it was the same cafe that Rose had taken Greg to, back when she first met him. It wasn’t a conscious decision on her part; she remembered it when they entered the cafe together.

“This will be interesting,” she told Greg, but she was smiling. A good kind of interesting, hopefully.

 Greg gave her an apprehensive look. "I'm just gonna trust you on this, okay? But I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me."

Pearl was already sat at an area with communal black leather couches. The bitter smell of coffee permeated the air.

   “Oh, it’s going to be okay. She practically asked for you to be there.” Not technically true, but it wasn’t that far off, Rose thought. “Oh, look, there she is! Hello, Pearl!”

 Pearl looked up from her book. "Oh, hello!" She looked at Greg and her smile immediately looked more forced. "How are you two?"

 “Good! We’ve had a very relaxing few days. How are you?” Rose sat down opposite Pearl. “Enjoying your time off school?”

   "Yeah. It's been mostly me revising for exams. I'm kind of scared, now that my future depends on it." Pearl fished a teabag out of a tall mug.

 “Oh, are you planning on applying to university, then?” They hadn’t really talked about it since... going to the open day.

 "Yeah. I sent my application shortly after you... left." Pearl nodded. She slid the dessert menu to Greg.

"You guys been well?"

 “Yeah. I’ll be coming back to school after the holidays, so I’ve been preparing for that,” Rose said. “Greg’s been looking for work. He might actually come to the school as well.”

 "Yeah! You might get to see more of me around." He gave a smile to Pearl who half met it.

"Yes, it is a shame I'll be leaving soon." At least she tried to sound genuine.

 “Are you going to move out for university?” Rose asked.

 "Pfft, that's all the way in September." Pearl rolled her eyes, taking a sip of tea. She raised her pinky finger as she did so. "That's even if I manage to do well on these exams."

 “Oh, I’m sure you will. You’re a smart girl and you’ve always done well in my classes.” Rose smiled. “You should focus more on the ‘when’ and less on the ‘if’ – people much less talented than you have managed to get into university.”

 Pearl gave a little laugh. "Ahh, it's just the old unrealistic expectations I've had from birth."

 Rose knew she should probably stop, but couldn’t help herself. “What do you mean?”

 Pearl shrugged. "My parents want me to get into uni with good grades. They don't seem to get that I suck at history."

 Rose sighed. “Take it from someone who’s watched many students get into university. You just have to get in. After that, the playing field is level, and no one will ever care about what grades you got in school again. Don’t listen to your parents.”

 It was Greg who interjected. "Your folks don't determine your intelligence, bud."

 Pearl was silent for a few seconds, awkwardly looking around the room. "Thanks. I needed that."

 The vulnerability surprised Rose. “Are your parents that bad?”

 Pearl didn't say anything. She looked away. "It could be a lot worse. I'm very privileged, all things considered."

 Rose read into the body language, feeling suddenly very uneasy. “Just because it could be worse doesn’t mean it’s not bad, Pearl. Are you safe?”

 "Oh yeah, they'd never hurt me." Pearl's laugh grew more strained. "I'm finding ways to stay out of the house. It's really no big deal."

 Rose frowned. “Yeah, I saw you going home with Aurora after you came to mine. I’m glad you’re getting on with her again.”

 "Mostly because I have to." Pearl then gave a more genuine laugh. "No, things are actually getting better between us. But I can't just constantly stay there. Amy has her spare room. She's... um. Not the ideal roomate for me, I don't think."

 “So where do you go when you can’t go there?”

 "I stay in my room, where else?"

 “Don’t you have anywhere else to go?”

 "Um... no?" Pearl tilted her head. "I'm an unemployed student doing her exams. Not that minimum wage would support me leaving my home."

 Rose hesitated. Looked at Greg. He wouldn’t like what she was about to say.

She swallowed.

“I have a spare room.”

 Greg, of course, shot her a look. Pearl instinctively declined. "I'll be alright, Rose. Honestly. I've given you more than enough drama over the past year."

 “If... you think so.” Rose gave a half-smile. “But if you ever feel like you have nowhere else to go, you’ll be more than welcome to stay for a night. Or a few. I’m sure Greg won’t mind. Will you, Greg?”

 "I'll try my best to stay outta your way." he looked rather sheepish.

Pearl nodded, "I'll keep it in mind."

 “Please do. It would be nice to get a text or something in advance, just so you don’t catch us entirely unprepared – and so one of us is actually in when you get there.” Rose smiled.

She was still smiling when the waitress came to take their orders. “I’ll have a coffee, please... and a slice of that victoria sponge cake.”

 ---

 She’d thought about where to go after meeting Rose, and eventually, Pearl had decided to once again go to Aurora’s.

The travel took a while. She rang the doorbell, trying to figure out how best to ask Aurora for a spare key.

 Amethyst answered the door. "Oh, you didn't say you were coming. Yo. Come in."

 Pearl shrugged out of her coat, her shoulders slumping. “I can... go, if you don’t want me around.”

 "Nah, it's cool. Rori isn't in though, if you wanted to see her." Amethyst closed the door behind Pearl. "You're just gonna have to deal with me."

 “That’s okay. Well, unless you don’t want me around. I could just...” Pearl lifted her shoulders, a little helpless. “Hang out in the living room, I guess?”

 "Pft, nah. We can chill together. Rori's been out for ages so it's a bit messy." Amethyst opened the fridge. "She cleaned this morning. You can help me clean it up before she gets back, right?" The house was in an unusual state of disarray. Mostly from various deposited food packets.

 Pearl looked around, frowned. “Wow, Amethyst. What did you do?” She then spied an empty bag. “Oh, are those... the pizza rolls I got the other day?” She tried to hide her disappointment. It was still rare for her to want any food, especially things as fatty and unhealthy as pizza rolls, but they’d looked so tasty on the wrapper. She’d looked forward to having them.

 "Yeah, dude. Just found them in the freezer and Aurora wasn't gonna have em because she can't have milk." Amethyst shrugged. "I did whatever, really. Got high. Ate. Oh, check out what I did instead of revising for my exams." She ran to the corner and pulled out a porcelain figurine. "I've really gotten into repainting these recently." The figurine of a woman was now holding a severed crudely painted penis. "Pretty neat, huh?"

   “Sure.” Pearl sighed and sat down on the sofa. Her mood suddenly dropped. “What are you up to just now?”

 "Like I said... not revising." Amethyst jumped next to her without prompting, making the sofa rock. "But I'm down to watch something or just hang, yanno."

 “I was... planning to study for a little bit,” Pearl said. “Sorry, lame. I know. But I just don’t want to fail.”

 "As if you're gonna." Amy rolled her eyes. "You could take that bio test tomorrow and be better than most of the class."

 “Well, if you say so – but it still doesn’t hurt to be prepared,” Pearl said. Then hesitantly added, “But you’re probably right. Rose said I’d be okay, too. I – I told you I was seeing her, right?” A mild feeling of guilt: She didn’t think she had told Amethyst, which upon reflection had probably been a mistake.

 "Yo, what the fuck. Why are you guys even talking this much?" Amy frowned, a hiss in her tone.

 “I just met her and her boyfriend over coffee. There isn’t even anything going on. We’re just... trying to rebuild a friendly relationship, I guess.” Pearl blushed, fought the urge to hide her face.

 "The boyfriend you don't like? God you people are just... Weird."

 Pearl frowned.

“And what... do you mean by that?”

 "Just... the whole poly thing. Your entire relationship with your teacher. The fact that you guys are still... like, talking after you called her out for being a literal predator. Like yo, that's your own words, right there."

 “But I just said that because I felt hurt and betrayed! I mean...” Pearl shook her head. “We talked about it, okay? And she explained – a lot of things and I know she doesn’t have bad intentions. And anyway, it’s my business, so why do you care so much?”

 "Because I'm your best friend and you never tell me jack shit about anything anymore." Amethyst balled her fists. "You don't tell me what people you like or what you like about em. Right now all I can gather is that your preference is fat cunts who deal with your bullshit."

 Pearl looked away like she’d been slapped. Clenched her teeth and tried to breathe. One, two, three, four-

“Well, first of all, rude,” she snapped, interrupting her internal counting. “And maybe I’d still actually talk to you if you didn’t give me so many mixed signals all the time!”

 "Maybe I wouldn't give you such mixed signals if you gave me some kind of constant way to feel about you." Amy huffed.

 “Well, maybe it’s not my job to help you figure out your feelings? And like, I’m sorry about how I acted before but I don’t even know what you want.” Pearl turned away, balled her fists. Tried to breathe again.

One, two, three, four...

 "I want you to make up your mind on who you wanna date." Amethyst looked away. "I want you to stop hanging out with her. It's weird."

 “Well, I don’t want to stop hanging out with her! I... like her.” Pearl’s voice shook. “Maybe not in a romantic way, or maybe I do like her like that, but... I told you, I’m poly, and just... making up my mind when there’s several people I want to date isn’t how it works. And... I can’t date you if you’re going to keep getting upset over me liking other people. And dating other people, potentially.”

 "I'm not upset by you... ugh." Amy wound her fists into balls, her face turning redder. "It's that you treat me different. You've never spent hours gushing about me to someone like you do with her... To me!"

 Pearl fell silent. Swallowed. She felt... called out.

“But that’s because... you’re my best friend,” she said softly, “and for the record, I’ve been telling people about you – Rose and Aurora... and... a relationship with you might be healthier than my relationship with Rose could ever be. Because I’m not putting you on a pedestal like I do with her.”

 "But it just makes me feel less special!" Amethyst's voice raised. "It just makes me feel like some fucking side chick. I mean... that's how I've always felt but... you guys aren't even dating anymore. I shouldn't feel this way."

 Pearl swallowed heavily, tears in her eyes. “But Amy,” she said softly, “if anything it makes you more special. I don’t recall ever... ever having a healthy relationship, with anyone. Not even my family, and definitely none of the people I’ve dated or come close to dating. Just... just you because you’re my best friend, and I don’t have that... dumb BPD attachment. Because the dumb BPD attachment means I start hating people the moment they do anything wrong, no matter how minor it might be. And you saw how that went with Rose. I nearly got her fired. I could have ruined her life. All because I was a little upset."

 "Then maybe you shouldn't do relationships. If you're just going to either fuck people over or make them feel like this." Amy shook, her glare piercing behind her dark eyes.

 “Well, yeah, maybe I shouldn’t. Though my therapist says that if I work on my behaviours there’s really nothing stopping me from having good and healthy relationships. But I’m not going to force you to be part of my recovery if you don’t want to.”

 Amy looked at her and didn't speak for a few minutes.

She then dug out a wad of tobacco. "Fuck this, I'm getting high."

 Pearl sighed. “If that’s what you want. Are you going to change your mind on all this when you’re high?”

 "Maybe. I'm easier to like when I'm high." Amethyst shrugged, grinding the herb. "Like how we only ever seem to fuck when I'm out of my mind on something. Maybe it's the only way people ever really like me."

 Pearl frowned. “I got the impression it was the other way round. As in, you only ever seem to want me when you’re... intoxicated.”

 "What, no?" Amy turned to her, frowning. "I literally always want to smash. I'm just too much of a pussy to ask."

 “Oh. I... see.” Pearl stiffened. “Okay, in that case, I... suppose I would be up for things, in theory. But you have to ask me while you’re sober.”

 "Sure." Her tone didn't sound all that convinced. "I'm gonna smoke this on the balcony. You in?"

 Pearl hesitated, then nodded. “Might as well.”

 The balcony was littered with roach butts. More than the last time Pearl had visited.

Amethyst tested a lighter. "Fucks sakes. Do you have one?"

 “Should do.” Pearl didn’t smoke as much as she used to, but the lighter was still in its usual place in her pocket. She handed it to Amethyst. “There you go.”

 "Thanks." Amy sparked the roll. Even the way she inhaled it seemed to be desperate. She didn't want to be sober.

 Pearl watched her, a slight frown on her face. “Are you okay?”

 "Yeah." A coldness in her tone. "Just hold up, I'll be more fun in a sec."

 “...okay.” Pearl’s frown did not disappear. She sat, her hands folded in her lap, watching Amy.

 It took her a solid minute before she passed it. "There ya go. Just making sure it's lit."

   “Sure.” Pearl took a hit and found herself relaxing almost instantly. Come to think of it, she hadn’t smoked weed since the last time she’d been with Amy. “Feels nice.”

 "Hell yeah. I've been smoking this strain for the past two weeks. Amnesia haze, lives up to its name. It's nuts." Amy seemed perked by the change in topic.

 “I didn’t realise you were into the specifics so much,” Pearl said. “But that sounds cool.”

 "Just lately. Been smoking a lot of dope to deal with shit."

 Pearl’s frown was back. “You know that’s not healthy, right?”

 "Whatever man, better than alcohol." Amethyst rolled her eyes. "Just spend a lot more but Rori covers it so whatever."

 Pearl sighed. “I can’t believe she’s enabling your substance abuse. Don’t you think you should maybe get professional help?”

 "Oh, come off it, P. It's just a herb, I can stop anytime I want."

 “Oh yeah? Then do it. Right now. No more after this for at least a week. I dare you.” Pearl looked at Amethyst, hard.

 "...Why?" Amethyst reached for the spliff. "I've still got a quarter on me. It's gonna go bad if I don't smoke it."

 “Oh, I can take it off your hands if you’re that worried about it,” Pearl said lightly. “Also, if you seal it in an airtight bag it won’t go bad for a while. Definitely not in a week. You said you could stop at any point, so I’m asking you to prove it.”

 "I can. Doesn't mean I wanna. Not with teachers chasing me up for exam shit. I've got time to kill until school's over forever and I don't really wanna exist."

 “And that definitely doesn’t sound like you have a problem,” Pearl said, rolling her eyes. “Listen to yourself, Amethyst. What happened to you?”

 "Uh... The usual? I mean, wouldcha rather me get drunk to escape, instead?"

 Pearl shook her head, looking down sadly. “When I met you, you didn’t need drugs to be fun.”

 "Shit changes." Amethyst sniffed, taking a hit. "I thought you'd get me."

 Pearl stopped, sighed. “So, what is the problem, then?”

 "I dunno, man. School is shit. I'm not gonna go to uni, didn't really even bother applying. Aurora was sad but said I had a place here as long as I needed it." She shrugged. "Don't like myself, don't like existing. Didn't ask to be born and don't wanna die. Homegirl is in fucking limbo."

 “Ah.” Pearl looked at Amethyst. “Have you talked to any of the teachers about the fact that you don’t really know what to do? I’m sure they could give you tips and advice.”

 "They'll just get mad at me for wasting my entire education. Look, P." Amy took a hit. "I'm not like you. I don't test well. I like making stuff and doing things but even then... that's on my good days."

 “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you need to give up on... everything,” Pearl said. “Hell, I applied for Engineering and I don’t even know if my brain will be able to cope with the workload. And... I don’t know, it worries me that you don’t have anything planned.”

 "I'll find a job or whatever." Amethyst rolled her eyes. "Jeeze, I don't know if I put enough in that one. Can barely feel it."

 “Isn’t there anything you’d like to do?”

 Amethyst shrugged. "You, mostly."

 “Ask me when you’re sober.” Pearl held Amethyst’s gaze. “But seriously, though. Like... what do you want to do with your life?”

 "I really have no idea. Am I... meant to?"

 “No, I don’t think so. I don’t really know. But I know what I’m good at, and what I enjoy... and you must have something like that too.”

 "Uh.... toking? Chilling? We don't have dispensaries here."

 Pearl sighed. “I mean... whatever, I’m not your life coach. You could probably talk to Rose, if you wanted, she’s much better at this than I am.”

 "Maybe."

 “Maybe?” Pearl raised her eyebrows.

 "I dunno. Don't wanna think about shit right now."

 “Okay.” Pearl’s shoulders slumped. “But it would be nice to have you at Uni with me. I won’t know anyone in my year. We could live together.”

 "Yeah? That actually doesn't sound too awful, actually."

 “You could do some low-maintenance course that you don’t even really have to do anything for and we could just hang out. I dunno. You’re good at English, right? Much better than me.”

 "I guess? I get decent grades even though Lazuli seems to hate me." She pondered. "Guess I'll see what I get on results day. I mean I'm not planning to show up to half of what I've got scheduled."

 “You can probably talk to Lazuli anyway. I don’t think she hates you in particular, she just kind of hates everyone, but she’s still a teacher and has to help us get places, right?” Pearl shrugged.

 "Guess I'll have to. I'll see if I can get round to it when I sober up."

 “I can help you, if you want. It’s not like I can really go anywhere else.” Well, Rose had offered... but Pearl wasn’t going to accept that unless she really had nowhere else to go.

 "Sure. Wanna watch a movie or something while you sober up?"

 “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Pearl smiled at Amethyst.

> Act VI, Chapter III