Peridot listens to his explanation attentively, nodding thoughtfully. "Wait here," she says once he's done, rising to her feet once more. She goes to disappear into the next room, but pauses briefly in the entryway to glance back at him. "Oh, right-- There's a pencil and notepad there next to the computer, if you want to start writing. I'll attend to the other items."

And then she leaves, Pumpkin obediently trotting after her, perhaps hoping that there may be food involved in whatever task is sending Peridot into the kitchen. There's some rustling and clattering coming from in there, the sound of a tap running and then stopping. When she emerges once more, she's awkwardly balancing a battered looking mixing bowl, trying not to slop water off the sides of it.