"Wha-- hey!" Pearl can offer little in the way of physical resistance, scooped up in Garnet's arms as if she were a pile of twigs. At the very least, though, she can complain. "Garnet, no, put me down, I've got to finish this--"

But her protests fall on deaf ears as she's carried out the room and unceremoniously dropped onto the sofa. Arms crossed over her chest, she directs a pointed glare up at Garnet -- though it doesn't remain convincing for long in the face of food and hot tea.

"All right," she announces with a sniff -- surely just meant to express her disdain, nothing to do with the smell rising from Garnet's takeout bag -- and folds one leg over the other. "I suppose a quick break couldn't hurt -- since you went to the trouble of bringing all this, and all."