Stark Industries, Friday

[angry_pie_slice]

People would have to forgive Peridot if she was the slightest bit antsy, today. This place that the island had landed on seemed to be some sort of hub for portal-like travel, and the possibility that she could just leave the island and find a way to warp to Homeworld again had been chewing at her all morning. So she was here, and she was doing her job - she had responsibilities she needed to see to, of course, in case the portals here didn't lead to home - but she kept looking out the window and shifting from foot to foot, wanting the day to just be over so that she could make a mad dash to somewhere familiar, if the possibility existed.

How hot were toasters supposed to get, again? This one seemed to be working so well after Peridot's repairs that the bread was lighting on fire and using the heat generated to boost a wi-fi signal. Good enough.

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