Peridot stops sniveling long enough to listen and stare at Strange with huge, watery eyes. That's... Literally the nicest thing that he has ever said to her? What the heck. She sniffs loudly, trying to compose herself enough to respond. "Wow... Thanks," she gurgles after a long moment, not in the least bit sarcastic. "You know, you are an extremely impressive and important person yourself. And yeah, Creation IS stupid, and it made a GRAVE MISTAKE, by not picking either of us!"

She slams her dragon fist down for punctuation, and hits the edge of the frisbee, flinging the ale contained within all over her own chest. She does not react to this blunder even a little bit.