Butler's Orchard, Germantown, MD (Saturday afternoon)

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"So--" Paris said, waving her hand at the hundreds of sugar-ed up children, thousands of pumpkins, and a long line for cider and doughnuts, --welcome to a corn festival thing."

She shrugged. "We get strange around Halloween, I guess."

[OOC: For the green gem!]

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"Well, then why don't parents just release them into the wild by the time they reach this size?"

Let them run free with the wolves and the bears, as nature intended!

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"Pretty sure that's what public schools are," Paris said.

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There was a long pause after that before Peridot ventured, "Which kind of school are we at, again?"

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"Private," Paris assured her. "They're much better."

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"In what way?"

Did public schools get sharks dropped on them more often?

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"We don't have nearly this much shrieking, for one thing," Paris said.

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"I think that mostly depends on whether or not you have Deadpool as a teacher," Peridot noted after a moment's pause.

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"That's the one in the full body stocking, not the bathrobe, right?" Paris checked.

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Peridot was not going to ask what a bathrobe was. Or a stocking, for that matter.

"The one in the red?"

That seemed easier.

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"Yeah, he seems really weird, even on our school's scale of weird. What does he teach?" Paris asked.

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"When I was in his classes, he taught things like that pocket monster game for the cell phone," that Peridot still played, shut up, there was a holiday event on and she wanted to get all the new ghost types. "And then another class on," and this required a wiggle of her fingers, "magical healing crystals."

Spoiler: They had not been magical or healing.

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"How do those even count as classes?" Paris shouted to the sky.

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Peridot just gestured at Paris at that shouting.

"See? Things get loud when he's involved!"

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"That's because his existence offends me," Paris said, nodding.

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"Then perhaps he was actually supposed to be teaching in a," Peridot paused for a second to make certain she had the term right, "public school, instead?"

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"Or a prison," Paris said uncharitably.

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Well, that earned another long pause.

"For teaching about pokemon?"

Even to a Gem from Homeworld, that didn't exactly seem like a punishment fit for the crime.

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"Well, and for being so weird."

That's not how prison works, Paris.

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"They'd probably appreciate the way you think back on Homeworld," Peridot noted.

It really was too bad that Paris was a disgusting lump of sentient organic matter. That would definitely be a strike against her back home.

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Paris liked a challenge?

"Well, I'm pretty pragmatic," Paris said, nodding.

And mean.

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After her last conversation with Yellow Diamond, Peridot was pretty sure 'pragmatic' wasn't the word that applied best, here.

"I suppose they'd appreciate that..."

They wouldn't. Peridot had attempted pragmatism and Yellow Diamond had attempted to blow her up.

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"It's an underrated skill," Paris agreed, nodding.

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It was probably a good thing that Peridot had no intentions of ever returning to Homeworld. Oh boy.

"You really don't see enough pragmatism out there, do you?"

She could be very pragmatic herself! When she understood her environment enough to make educated decisions, anyway.

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"You really don't," Paris agreed. "You see a lot of self-serving idiocy pretending to be pragmatism, though."

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Peridot nodded her agreement. She had seen quite a lot of that, in fact.

"The real problem is when someone in a position of power has everyone else fooled too."