When Garnet's hand stills with that unreadable look on her face, Pearl feels her chest bottom out into her stomach. It's impossible to tell what she's thinking sometimes -- especially at times like this, on utterly uncharted territory. They'd spoken about it, briefly, and Garnet had agreed, but last week it was still within the theoretical realm -- just a curious little idea that, oh, might be interesting to try at some point down the line.

This is different.

"W-well, now you're making me sound awfully silly," Pearl says with a too-wide, slanted smile, her gaze immediately escaping downwards. Her face feels like it's on fire. "I'm sorry, it was just a thought, we don't have to..."