“…maybe now that my healing spit is back, I can…”



“Sure.”



“Wh–but I didn’t–you said yes?”



“Look, here’s how this conversation would have gone:”



“I say no. You ask nicely. I say no again. You point out that this was what your mother was hoping to do. I say no again. You point out that I know exactly which corrupted Gem you’re going to start with, which is a good point, but I still say no.”



“…So, uh–”

“You say, ‘but Garnet, you three will be with me this time!’ I say no. You say, ‘how will I ever–’ and I tell you that you’ll be ready when you’re older, and also say no.”



“You attempt to appeal to my kindness and good nature.”



“I glare at you disapprovingly.”

“You point out that if I don’t let you do this with supervision, you’re just going to sneak into the temple while I’m not looking and try anyways.”

“I glare at you disapprovingly, and remind you that I require neither food nor rest and can guard the temple door for months if need be.”



“You point out that if I do that, there won’t be anybody to keep Amethyst and Pearl from killing each other, or, at the least, wrecking Beach City while they tussle.”



“I glare at you disapprovingly, then concede.”



“Simpler this way, I think.”

