Peridot makes a choking noise, and her face turns almost completely teal, the tuft of fur on the end of her tail puffed out like the bristles of a bottle brush before Lambert even finishes asking the question.

She exhales at a loud snort.

"Well, seeing as she's been completely avoiding discussing the topic since the return to the carnival, I'd say it's going pretty decidedly not well," the gem says with false brightness and ends on a growl, stabbing a claw into the dirt and twisting it around. "Do you have any idea how annoying that is to deal with? When we SHARE A TRAILER?"

Stab. Stab. Stab.