"Ah, is that so?" Rose's throat rumbles with a low chuckle. Of course, there's no denying Pearl has been quite fortunate to fall into her hands, of all owners; less open-minded Gems would have stomped down any signs of her passion, rather than tend to them with such care.

But Rose has always been fond of gardening, on the planets that allow it. It is endlessly more satisfying to watch things grow beneath her touch than wither. And the adorable puffing of Pearl's slight chest, pushing it up against her own -- satisfying.

The fingers of Rose's one hand rub little circles of heat into her scalp, the other's tracing along the notches in Pearl's spine. "Was it my guidance that made you eye the ship's mainframe so keenly the moment you were in the room with it, then?"