“Fine. You have a point,” Pearl concedes, albeit reluctantly, returning to a more normal volume. WHICH, OF COURSE, doesn’t mean she’s done arguing entirely, oh no. She’s dug in, and Pearl hates being wrong. “Admit it though: you can’t honestly tell me, looking at the two of us standing off here by ourselves--“ and she gestures broadly to the section of the garden they’re standing in—“that if you were out on one of your little snoop sessions, we wouldn’t look like an enticing target for eavesdropping on.”