Peridot remembers it differently- as she remembers all things differently, and she's always the one in the right. Clearly.

She full-body flinches about the one with the dreams, since she definitely remembers that one differently. "Uh... Right," she laughs awkwardly. "That one wasn't so bad."

Ahem. Their destination is well within their reach, so forgetting that unpleasantness for the moment, Peridot plows on ahead and stands in the middle. Her weird, stocking-shaped footprints marring the otherwise untouched snow. "So! Let's get started. Hmm."

She rubs her chin thoughtfully and considers her options, which... mostly consists of snow, snow, and more snow, but she's behaving as if this is a matter of deep artistic consternation.