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“What was it like?”
Four innocent words that spewed out of her mouth between bites of expired corn chips. This was serious, but Amethyst couldn’t be. She had to play it cool, like she was asking how Pearl was enjoying this week’s episode of Crying Breakfast Friends.
The crunching died down and Amethyst swallowed, shifting her eyes up to Pearl. They had been talking more ever since that day at the kindergarten, (and especially after the whole mess with Sardonyx,) but not about big important stuff. And maybe this wasn’t all that important either--just her curiosity spilling over again, but the question had bugged her for centuries.
“...Homeworld, I mean.”


















