Debbie clucked her tongue as she sat down next to Peri on the grass. The greenish gem barely acknowledged her, opting instead to stare down the similarly colored blades of grass.
"It's okay that you lost, y'know?" Debbie said quietly as she fell back into the grass.
Much to her surprise, the gem flopped on top of her, laying her triangle head atop her stomach.
"No, it's not okay. How can you say that?"
"What's wrong with losing?"
"I wasn't made to lose, not like this. Not in a game of tactile and robotics." Peridot muttered, more confused then ever.
"Technically, you didn't lose."
"But I did anyway. They all claimed her the winner."
"Well, she won because of you if you think about it." Debbie chuckled.
"I don't follow." Peridot shifted to raise a brow at the woman.
Debbie snickered and folded her hands behind her head. "You managed to piss off that gem so much that she actually punched you. You got a rise out of her. Pushed her to her limit. I'd definitely call that a win."
"So...everyone won?"
"Sure, that's one way to think about it."
"That...doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would."
"That's good."
"...what's wrong with this crazy planet?"
"If I ever find out, you'll be the first to know."