Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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There was a Camp Pining Hearts marathon on the television. Peridot had found out about it mostly by accident, and was now fixated on the television screen for what was probably going on the eleventh episode, now. She'd needed to break for class that morning, true, but that only meant that by the time she returned to the television, she had a rather

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Ringo didn't really have pressing business on the second floor, but she didn't have anywhere else in particular to be either, and the sound of the TV drew her into the common room.

"What's on?" she asked curiously.

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"A Camp Pining Hearts marathon," Peridot shared, her attention glued mostly to the television. "Pierre is about to destroy everyone in the three-legged races."

Pierre was a brute. Peridot liked Pierre.

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"Um. I don't think I know that one," Ringo admitted. "What's it about?"

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"It's about a camp in the Canadian wilderness," Peridot replied. "There are three-legged races and canoe races and-- there are a lot of races. And also hearts that pine."

She still wasn't completely certain what that even meant. But she was a dedicated shipper to the Percy/Pierre power couple possibility.

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"Yeah?" Ringo found herself sitting down to watch the screen.

"Races are pretty interesting," she allowed. "But why are their hearts made of wood?" There were some subtleties of English that Ringo still hadn't fully mastered.

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"I think it's because wood is comparatively stronger than a human heart," Peridot replied. "It takes real strength to dominate the field the way Pierre does."

There were some subtleties of human that Peridot hadn't fully mastered, too.

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"Which one is Pierre?" Ringo asked, leaning forward in her seat. "I take it he wins the most?"

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"Pierre is only the greatest camper to ever grace the campground of Camp Pining Hearts," Peridot replied, pointing a finger enthusiastically at the screen as one of the boys picked up a rope to tie around his leg. "He and Percy together are, objectively, the best."

The. Best.

There were diagrams to prove this. Peridot had put a lot of thought into Camp Pining Hearts.

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"Wait, which one is Percy, and why is he the best if it's Pierre is the one who's dominating everything?"

Sorry, but it just wasn't obvious to Ringo despite the fact that it was clearly self-evident to any objective viewer.

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Peridot sighed the sigh of the forever put-upon.

"Percy is..." She waited until the screen cut to a shot of a boy standing with a plate of poutine in one hand, and a Canadian flag in green and white in the other. "That one! He's not the best, but he could be if he could only see past his obsession with Paulette to know that a partnership with Pierre would lead to true camp domination."

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"Paulette?" This was beginning to sound complicated.

"Wait, is there a rule that all their names have to start with 'p'?"

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Peridot was about to pull in a deep breath and launch into a spiel about all of the relationship dynamics of Camp Pining Hearts when she paused, took a second to spell her name out in her head once or twice, and then crossed her arms in front of her chest, instead.

"Is there something the matter with names that start with 'p'?"

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Ringo blinked, surprised by the question.

"I don't think so?" She sounded sort of unsure of her answer. "It just, um, seems like three out of three is a lot?"

Maybe?

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"My name starts with a P," Peridot pointed out. "And so does the name of every Gem like me."

... Because they were all named 'Peridot.'

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Oh. Oops? Ringo was looking a little bit panicked. She hadn't meant to say anything offensive!

"Oh. Um. Sorry?" She licked her lips. "How many, um, how many Gems like you are there?" Presumably more than three.

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"Hundreds, probably," Peridot replied, after a moment of thoughtfulness. "Enough Peridots to run all of Homeworld's kindergartens and perform other errands as Homeworld's technicians, at least."