Dare: Peridot, I dare you to try to flirt with Amethyst
"....What is this...Flirt you speak of?" Peridot asked, raising a brow. "Is this some new form of communication? Maybe Steven will know..." she muttered, walking off.
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Peridot shuffled back in, holding a book in her hands, flipping through the pages. "A-hem...Amethyst, if you are reading this, then I have an inquiry for you...Your father must be a low, petty thief, because he has snatched the burning orbs of gases in the sky, and inserted them into your vision spheres."
Peridot blinked, squinting down at the text. "...What's a father?"
