Within a few bites, Pearl's all but gotten over her initial shyness. It just feels so nice, sitting on Garnet's soft lap, her strong arms around her, being fed her favorite dish that Garnet got just for her... all definitely much more than anything she'd dare to ask for. And that's perhaps the best part-- she doesn't have to.

She really is so lucky, isn't she?

Her feet, hanging off the sofa's edge, swing lightly back and forth, and Pearl finds herself humming a faint tune from the back of her throat. As anxious as she'd been about her essay just a short few minutes back, right now, it feels a thousand years away. Like she's been wrapped up in a little pink bubble of bliss.

Which pops rather abruptly when Garnet speaks again.

"Oh..." Pearl's face falls in an instant, and her shoulders droop. too. She's not sure what more she could say, at first -- Garnet's so collected and secure, it's easy to forget that she's capable of things like worrying at all. Pearl's the fretful, high-strung one; Garnet's the one who calms her down with steady hands and steady words.

"I'm sorry, Garnet," she says, guilt pinching at her brow. "I know I can get lost in my work sometimes... but I'm okay, really! I make sure to eat at least once a day, and deaths from caffeine overdose are virtually unheard of!"

Pearl's smile is as wide and reassuring as she can hope to make it, but she doesn't manage to hold it for very long in the face of Garnet's disapproving frown. A wave of self-consciousness hits her, sitting on Garnet's lap like this, and she folds in on herself with one hand over her cheek.

"... I'm not causing you trouble, am I?"