"Yes, I have them here." Kunzite spoke, grabbing a bag of mini marshmallows from under a box of red and green grapes.
"Just chuck 'em over 'ere." Prasiolite said, sticking out her hand, awaiting the arrival of the packet of soft, squishy, pink and white delightful sweets. But instead of throwing them, Kunzite picked up a handful of custard cream biscuits and walked over to the two, placing the food down in front of them. "Why are you so boring?!"
"I am not boring; I am safe." Kunzite protested, sticking her nose in the air, looking away from Prasiolite, hoping that she wouldn't make the situation worse by breaking Purple Turquoise's dreams of having a sleepover with her two favourite people.
"Ya could at least take a risk once in a while! Have some fun in life!" Prasiolite hissed, remembering about the truce only after she said it, biting her lip, and pulling an angelic face.
"What have you got those biscuits for?" Asked Turquoise, utterly oblivious to the argument going on behind her back.
"Oh...I...thought that we could make some sort of marshmallow sandwich with them." Kunzite explained, maintaining a convincing, happy vibe - and it didn't take a lot to convince Purple at all.
"Oh! Nice!" Beamed Purple Turquoise. "Maybe we could have half as a sandwich and the other half roasted on the fire on sticks?"
"Or maybe we could roast 'em all on the fire and then put 'em in the sandwich thingys?" Prasiolite shrugged, getting a sneer from Kunzite; usually, it was her who would make the best suggestion (in fact, she was about to suggest the same thing).
"Yes! That is a great idea, Prasy!" Gasped Turquoise, throwing her arms around her best friend's lime green neck.
"We should start by finding sticks to roast them on then." Kunzite recommended, trying to counteract Prasiolite's suggestion and make Purple do it with her instead of Green Quartz.
"I'll get the sticky thingys!" Exclaimed Purple Turquoise, dashing over to the kitchen area.
While Turquoise searched for marshmallow roasting sticks, Kunzite leaned towards Prasiolite, who was rubbing her neck, as of Purple's astonishingly strong grip.
"You do not seem to be taking what I said earlier seriously." Kunzite whispered, shaking her head in disapproval.
"You do not seem to either!" Prasiolite growled, mimicking Kunzite's tone.
"Ugh! You disgust me, with your impolite attitude, and your crude sense of fashion!" She hissed.
" My sense of fashion?!" Prasiolite cried. "What about yours?!"Green Quartz gestured towards Kunzite's purple dress, that stuck out on all sides.
"Well, at least I'm not as childish as you and-" Kunzite started, beginning to raise her voice so much that she could be heard from all parts of the room.
"Found some!" Exclaimed Turquoise, chopping off the end of Kunzite's sentence in a sing-song voice. She immediately leapt over to the fire, stuck several marshmallows on each stick and began to roast them over the fire.
"Lovely!" Kunzite said, a smile returning to her pale pink face. "I'll prepare the biscuits!" She stood up, collecting the custard creams as she did, and sat down at the table, removing the cream from custard creams.
"An' I'll..." Prasiolite started, losing the rest of her sentence, and sitting down on a couch, her face had a tint of orange that danced around from the blazing fire. "...watch." She stared at the fire, scowling at it's random movements at random times. She had been forgotten. By her best friend. By her only true friend.
Purple Turquoise lay on her stomach, in front of the fire, roasting a handful of mini marshmallows, that were crammed onto three sticks, making it very claustrophobic for them. Her body was lit shades of orange and red by the dancing flames of the fire and it warmed her from head to toe, forcing a big beam onto her face as white as snow.
It reminded her of cold winter nights spent with Kunzite in the gem war. They would gather in Rose Quartz's secret armoury (she'd shown them this before the war, as Kunzite was her faithful friend and assistant), sitting at a newly built campfire, suggesting battle tactics and making promises that they never kept. There was never anyone else there, of course. Not when they were doing this. Most gems would continue the battle, while others would stop and rest in their own hiding places.
It warmed their hearts that all of the deaths, the pain, the suffering, it had all been worth it. They would not be sitting there now in their cosy, peaceful, quiet earth home if it wasn't for the war. Life had become so much better now that it was all over and the earth was saved.
Prasiolite, on the other hand, was wondering about what the gem war was like, while staring at the burning fire as it scolded the marshmallows. She was one of the first few earth Kindergarten gems to be made, but she was not just a mindless sheep that followed the others around wherever they went, so she had never seen it in person. She had seen holograms of the war displayed from Turquoise or Kunzite or Beryl's gem, which put a clear image into her mind. But poor Prasiolite could only see and hear it. She couldn't feel the cold chill of the snow, falling on her head. She couldn't get the sinking feeling that she was being followed. She couldn't She couldn't smell the sweet, sweet smell of strawberries crushed by the uncaring fleet of Homeworld-sided gems. She could only imagine.
Meanwhile, Kunzite's pale pink fingers were busy separating the two biscuits that sandwiched the cream in custard creams. Her mind wandered too. Flashbacks of Rose flooded her mind. All of these memories were blissful; blissful up until Pearl entered her life. This was only for the start of the war onwards, but she soon went off with Rose, as it was apparent to Beryl that they would not mix well, in missions, training, social activities, or anything at all. Kunzite still missed Rose, but Almandine, Purple Turquoise, the rest of the team and her newly found passion for sculpting were good enough distractions to keep her from sulking in a corner every single second of every single day.
It was these quiet moments that brought them all together. It was more probable that a louder moment was because of an argument, so it was the quiet moments that were the best moments.
