The late night howls of the wind would blow by.. breezing past your humble home placed along the meadows as you'd be having a guest stay for a couple of days. Peridot.

You've been the closest option for her to crash while Lapis would be off earth for a few days. Your home being built just off by her and Peridot's farm and barn.. the little shortstack gem being a rather interesting outlet of never ending information. She's dense without being... dense.

But, as of now, Peridot and yourself would he situated to your computer screen. Peri suspended up on your lap so she can at least see whats going on. At first, it starting as you showing off specs and other technical junk to keep her raving, but inevitably it would dissolve to Peridot's curiously ending up scrolling through your steam catalog

Peridot: "127 hours into Team Fortress 2? Hm. What is so captivating about this game, Earthling? Is it like this... Fortnight, you talk to me about?"

She'd question, not needing to look back at you for eye contact as you could hear her and just answer. Peridot horribly mispronouncing Fortnite.