Pumpkin whimpers and sighs, settling and savoring those scritches. She looks pleased as punch. Peridot, meanwhile, gasps with delight. "Oh man, we can show her around the carnival now! And, oh gosh, we need to tell Steven! And Amethyst too! HEY AMETHYST!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That last call is absolutely bellowed across the supervisor's grove as the green gem turns abruptly and faces the direction of the trailer that Amethyst shares with Sans. She stands there for a long moment, waiting for some kind of response.

"...Huh. She must be out somewhere still," Peridot shrugs. "Or she's napping again."