For her part, Peridot carefully scootches a little closer (once she's certain Amethyst is really done barfing) puts a hand on the other gem's head, supplying gentle scritches between the horns. "What did you even eat?" she asks, nose wrinkled in disgust as she leans over slightly to look at the evidence now splattered on the floor.

...Pumpkin has also hopped off the bed with a little growf and is bouncing over to get a closer look.