"Yes, yes!" Flustered in several ways, Pearl fumbles the bottles before managing to set them down on the sink. She darts a guilty look at Rose's feet, hearing the squelch of soaked socks on tile. "Nothing serious -- you don't have to get wet for me!" Oh, no. Worse and worse.

Honestly, sometimes Pearl feels as if all she's done since she met Rose is make ridiculous messes in front of her. If her skin wasn't already flushed thoroughly pink from the shower, her creeping blush would be visible. Shying out of Rose's grasp, she kneels again to gather up the pumice stone and a razor, head bowed.