Debbie eyed the green glow of Peridot's "Sci-fi future" screen as it gave the dark living room an eerie glow. The letters or possibly numbers that rapidly scrolled along the screen were completely alien and undecipherable to the human woman.
Shrugging indifferently Debbie merely turned back to the novel she read, skimming along the familiar letters.
"What did you hope to accomplish by watching me work?" Peridot questioned out of the blue and Debbie looked up to find the alien giving her a suspicious look.
"I was curious," she replied honestly, "I've never seen the language and I can only speculate what those things are." Debbie studied them for a moment, "Though, since the characters aren't constantly repeating themselves I'd safely assume those are letters and not numbers."
Debbie watched as surprise etched into the green alien's features. Peridot turned away for a moment.
"It wouldn't matter to you. You're not a gem." Peridot muttered quietly.
Shrugged indifferently Debbie went back to reading her book while Peridot resumed her data cataloging. Only moments later did something occur to Debbie.
"Peridot?"
"What?" She grunted.
"Can you understand English?" Debbie asked.
Peridot replied with a flat look, "I can understand you...barely." She replied with a crinkled nose.
"I meant read. Can you read words in English." You growled back at her.
A faint tinge of green bloomed on Peridot's cheeks in what Debbie could only assume was a blush. She quickly turned away and looked back towards the screen, "No, I only speak it. I never learned how to write it."
"Oh...here." Debbie got up and padded into the kitchen.
Peridot raised a brow and soon padded after the woman. Debbie was hunched over a pad of paper and scrawled something on it.
P. E. R. I. D. O. T.
"What is it?" Peridot asked with another skeptical crinkle of her nose.
"It's your name."