"Okay," Peridot says again, not really sure where to take things from there. She came over here to engage in a mutual exchange of moral support, but it feels like she just succeeded in making thing weird?

After a pause, during which she awkwardly glances around the room at all the judgmental court fae once more, she quietly mumbles: "Do you want to go back to trying to make these faeries feel uncomfortable, instead of each other?"