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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"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."

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"So you've been watching American politics," Paris said dryly.

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Peridot blinked and tilted her head.

"Actually, I was talking about Yellow Diamond."

But eh, close enough.

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"I was talking about Orange Cheeto, so it's pretty much the same," Paris decided. "Right. Do you want to pick a pumpkin out? They take us to the fields and it's supposed to be fun if you like dirt and children running everywhere."

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"Oh! I like dirt!"

Have patience with her, Paris. She was a rock.

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...yeah, she should've seen that coming.

"We have to take a tractor and a wagon to get there," Paris said. "It's all so...charming."

You aren't supposed to say charming like it physically pains you.

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Peridot looked around curiously at that.

"Which one is the tractor?"

The wagon thing, that was straightforward enough. She'd hauled around things in a little red wagon before. But a tractor? That sounded robust.

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"The loud one with the wheels and the bored looking yokel driving it," Paris said, leading Peridot over to the short line waiting to get into the nearest hay-filled wagon.

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Peridot looked around for something that fit that description as she followed after Paris. And then her face lit up when she spotted it.

"It's very solid."

She wanted one.

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"It really is," Paris said. "Don't sit too close to it: the fumes are unbelievably bad."

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"I don't breathe," Peridot said easily, leaning forward for a better look. "I wonder where I can get one..."

Maybe she'd have to make a trip back to her own Earth and see if there was one of these in the barn...