Well. He's not ENTIRELY off the mark with that guess. Peridot just grumbles incoherently into the water, and slowly starts to sink below the surface. Eventually she rights herself and resurfaces, huddling back against the edge of the bath with her knees drawn up, still mostly submerged.

"I sent Pumpkin and Fleshy back home," she mumbles finally, firmly avoiding eye contact. She can't bring herself to get to the real meat of the issue just yet.