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Priscilla was surprised when Garnet explained that she came from a high-class family, cooked, sewed, and didn't know anything about fighting. She certainly never would have guessed such a thing. She was quiet while the two of them talked. It certainly answered some questions. She didn't say anything, instead focusing her attention on Ebony. She was beyond uncomfortable here with the two of them. "Do you like my jacket, Ebony? It's super soft and cozy. I have more that are like it, too. Maybe when you're big enough that you're not going to spit up all over it, if you ask really nicely your mommy will make you one like it. You'd look so pretty in a fluffy jacket. You look so pretty in everything, you sweet little darling," she cooed softly.