"Feh," is what Peridot thinks of that idea. She was literally told that arguing isn't at all against the rules, so she's not too concerned about coming off as ornery. "Just because they're more experienced doesn't mean they need to scoff at me when I ask a simple question. I'm just trying to figure out how things work around here! But." She sighs exasperatedly. "I suppose you do have a point..."

Obviously she just needs to make something incredible using the two (2) years of experience she already has under her belt from making her own meep morps prior to coming here. And then everyone will be so impressed by her that they'll announce her a prodigy and label her as the next Architect or something!

"Here. Come... Take a seat with me, over there," she says suddenly, trying to draw the fox away to a spot out of the way of foot traffic, where they can talk a bit more freely with less of a risk of being interrupted or overheard. "I want to talk to you some more about these... uh." She looks at the object clutched in one of her paws. "What are these that you're making, exactly?"

They smell amazing.