Hope? Hope! Ahh, there you are!  
>Garnet? Da, What do you want.  
Your father is sending me love letters again. Why does he keep doing this?  
>Ahh! So you’re the “little girl” down the street!  
Little… What? Alright. I admit, I like to look a little pretty sometimes but that dosen’t make me a girl.  
>Nyet nyet, my papa is Russian. Everyone looks like little girl to him.  
So what? Why am I the one getting love letters?  
>I think because you literally look like girl to him.  
Well. That doesn’t bring any comfort. Is there anybody he doesn’t think looks like a girl?  
>Hmmm… Da.  
Really? Who.  
>Flootershyh  
Fluttershy? As in, Ivy’s mom? What?  
>He respects mare that fights bear.  
So what does she look like to him?  
>A bear.  
Good grief, I’m so confused.  
>You need more vodka.  
Alright. First off, that’s illegal for someone my age. Second, where am I even suppose to get any in the first place?  
>I cry tears of vodka.  
What? Do you really?  
>I’m not sure.  
How do you not know?  
>Russian never cry.