"I'm not sure if there is a P word for garbage," Peridot says contemplatively, rubbing her chin, staring up at the sky. Then she looks back at Amethyst, beaming: "But you know what starts with an "A"? Art!" she exclaims, without waiting for an answer. "And we're going to make tons of it using this sweet trash that a bunch of people threw out like idiots. Nyeheheheh."