During Barn Mates:

Peridot: Yes, there’s been some confusion…

Lapis: For you see, my barnmate is…

Peridot: Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…

Lapis: Green.

Peridot: What is this feeling?

Lapis: So sudden and new?

Peridot: I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you…

Lapis: My pulse is rushing!

Peridot: My head is reeling!

Lapis: My face is flushing!

Peridot: What is this feeling?

Lapis: Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?

Peridot: Yes!

Both: Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!

Lapis: For your face!

Peridot: Your voice!

Lapis: Your clothing!

Both: Let’s just say, I loathe it all!