Peridot finally lifts her head again to stare blearily at him through squinted eyes. You'd swear referencing her own memories was causing her physical pain, the way she looks right now. "YOU CAN'T just expect me to pull up a bunch of examples off the top of my head just like that," she complains, slurring her words a bit, volume fluctuating. "But trust me. You do. You say mean things."

She pauses, almost slugs back the rest of the bottle of ale before remembering that, right, they're supposed to be using that for magic, and then puts it back down with an annoyed grunt. "Don't take that the wrong way. I say mean things all the time too. Doesn't mean we're bad people. I mean, look at us! We're both AWESOME!"