Pearl ducks her head, her momentary boldness failing her, the ghost of her smile lingering despite it. She takes another drink of her tea -- too fast -- and coughs. Rose's sure hand on her thigh palms heat against her skin, the chill of the snow outside a faint memory by now.

She was just...she's been wondering. Being with Rose has awakened in her a curiosity about things she'd never even have imagined before. A shy curiosity: stray, sideways, creeping, but persistent nevertheless. She always wants to know more -- about Rose, about what she likes. (Even if it involves Jasper, of all people.)

Failing to come up with a suitable riposte, she says, faintly, "Yes, I've...noticed you having fun."