She screws up her face in a scowl of outrage, her pointy teeth flashing. "I'm a Gem. How hard is that for you flesh-clods to understand?"

Being around humans has made her standard insult useless and inappropriate and she has yet to find a suitable alternative. 'Flesh-clod' is still accurate. They are clods of flesh held together by bone.

She'll find a better insult someday, but she's just so attached to clod.

"We knew you were a Gem, P-Dot," the Beta one offers, helpfully.

"No, you didn't," Peridot responds without taking her eyes off the newcomer. "I had to explain it five times."