Peridot switches from holding Lapis over her head to holding her out in front of her by grasping her under the arms, like someone incorrectly lifting a cat.

"Wow. I thought you knew better than to estimate a gem's abilities based off of her cut," she sniffs, sticking her snout up and glancing sidelong at Lapis in what is clearly supposed to be a mockery of Pearl. The slight grin twitching at the corners of her mouth is telling, though.