"Which one? Because I don't remember any of them like this!" Lapis replies, completely huffy. She was getting close to... something? Does she have a name for something like that?

And then it clicks.

"Oh. Oh?"

That fic. The one with the... and they... Lapis makes a small face, and she's not really sure just how much of where she is is close to where she was feeling before this, but her face burns hot, and, with a decisive movement, she hooks her thumbs on the hem of her pants.

And moves to drop said pants, but Peridot and her extremely sharp teeth have seen to the fact that there's holes in them and so taking them off is extremely awkward, but it is done with a little bit of urgency and a clumsy movement.