Before anything gets better, we get to witness the remains of shattered Crystal Gems being forced to fuse into miserable semisentient abominations.

To call her sickened would be an understatement.

"Whose idea was this?"

"Yellow Diamond. She wanted revenge for her sister. Viciously."

Rose lies down.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

"Steven, I..."

"..."

He hugs her again.

(the rare and highly dangerous 5x hug combo has been achieved)

"Are you sure the Earth survived? Yellow did not blow the planet up with a relativistic missile? Did not send a hundred terraforming-spec'd gems like Lapides Lazuli to render it a hellscape? Did not unleash a black hole to absorb it?"

"She tried to do something like this. Except worse."

"Maybe we should have a small break after this one. Can we visit a memory of a cozy lunch in a cafe or something?"

"Oh, I'm always down for that! You've seen enough of me to know this, right mom?"

She smiles. She would giggle, but her eyes track a shambling forced fusion in the background.

He considers asking her again about maybe skipping the whole thing, but decides not to.

"Alright then. I have just the thing in mind."

It's a wedding banquet.

(The reader might think that this particular wedding was interrupted in its very beginning.
It wasn't, the show just cuts between morning and evening, for some inexplicable reason.
Naturally, somewhere in there, there was a banquet.)

"It's not quite a cafe, mom. But I just thought it's something you needed to see right about now."

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"Why didn't I think of this, Steven?!"

(This is not the first time today that she's dramatically asking herself this question, but, of course, this time, it's doesn't have any desperation to it.)

"Oh, mom. You didn't even think about it with yourself and Dad.

Help yourself to anything. I mean, the things I didn't eat would probably have no taste. But I helped Greg and Pearl cook, and I think I've tried everything, here."

"Well, neither did he!"

She laughs, as she begins to stuff her plate full of random holiday dishes popular in the state of Delmarva.

"Good thing none of the non-Steven memory constructs can react to you. There'd be quite a hot mess."

Steven just picks up a piece of a meat pie from a plate and stuffs it in his mouth.

"How's the athmosphere? Lively?"

She answers through munching.

"Yesh, ith eis."