On the other side of the curtain, there’s a crack, and the audience gasps. Properties Masters Peridot and Lapis freeze. Act one soon ends, and they’re given an oil lamp that’s split in half.
“It’s the key prop,” Peridot rants as tries to fix it. “Is a little caution too much to ask?”
“It should have been sturdier,” Lapis points out. Fair is fair. “…Your hands are shaking.”
“You’re getting hot glue all over,” is Lapis’ response, but she’s worried; takes the glue gun. Before she sets to fixing the lamp, she kisses Peridot’s forehead. “Deep breaths, Per.”