"...Yeesh," is all Peridot can think to say. She's quiet for a long time, mulling that over, ears tucked in against the side of her head.

She shakes her head aggressively, trying to chase off negative thoughts like a dog with wet ears. "Let's not talk about this anymore. Those clods've been in my head enough as it is. I don't want to keep sparing them the thought," she declares.