“Data Log number 300, I’m in my three hundred and thirty-fourth day on Earth, or eleven months, since I was trapped on this miserable planet.”

The gem strolled as she recounted the events of the day on her recorder. “The barn is in better condition than ever.” She smiled proudly at the old barn that was still under renovation. However, her gaze shifted to the other person who was placing nails in the wood.

“The company is still terrible, unfortunately.” Peridot snorted disdainfully.