Pearl's too slow to suppress the whine of protest as Garnet stands up, even though she's familiar enough with her habit of walking off without warning to know she'll return in short order. She follows her with her eyes until she's out of view, quietly sipping her tea.

Sure enough, within moments Garnet returns, a tube of the requested cream in her hand. Pearl blinks in surprise, then smiles lopsided. Her lips part to say that she didn't mean right now, and that she's sticky and filthy all over and definitely needs a shower first, but the words quickly fizzle out beneath Garnet's fingertips.

She can shower in the morning.

"Well-- the base of my neck, for a start."