"That'd be--" Pearl sucks in a breath through her teeth when Garnet's fingers brush an especially sore spot-- "great of you, thanks." Though Pearl isn't normally one to shift responsibilities around, this time, she appreciates the offer. She's fairly sure she'd die of embarrassment before she could enter the store.

"I'm gonna need some cream for that," she murmurs with a crooked, self-conscious smile, tracing the fingertips of one hand over the same area Garnet had touched. It's fortunate she hasn't gone back to her tea before Garnet's next addition, as she would've most likely spat it out all over her in response.

"I--!" Cheeks flushing pink with mortification, she buries her face in her mug, mumbling guiltily against the rim: "Sorry. I'll wash them."