Pick Your Poison, Tuesday

[joan_of_bark]

And another week of Harley flitting in and out of her life, answering precious little in the way of questions...

To make things more irritating, the sting under her ribs was being a lot louder after the incident with Undine's building. At a guess, Pam figured it was probably leftover toxins taking little stabs at her whenever they got an opportunity.

So she did the sensible thing: she ignored it, and went back to work. Though before retreating to the lab upstairs, she'd be down for a while, watering all the plants, checking over the inventory, and flipping the sign to 'Open'.

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[totalwildcard]

The other Harley in her life showed up around (or maybe a little after) what the average person would probably have considered lunch time.

Complete with a loud, "Hello?" because this was not the time for stealth.

[joan_of_bark]

Pam would be lying if she claimed to be completely unmoved by Harley-not-Harley showing up to fill the Harley-shaped void in her day.

Still, she was upstairs, so it took her a moment or two to come down.

"Harley?"

[totalwildcard]

"In the flesh!" Harley called back. "Guess I can't really go with 'one and only', huh?"

[joan_of_bark]

"No," Pam allowed, smiling, as she found herself parked in the doorway. "Well. You're still the only you, you."

[totalwildcard]

"So far," Harley replied, and whatever the fuck she meant by that, even she probably didn't know.

But she was standing in the middle of the store, and gave Pam a little wave. "Anyway, hiya."

[joan_of_bark]

"Hiya," Pam echoed. "Did you want to do lunch? I haven't eaten yet."

Pamela Isley, getting sucked in by her work, what a surprise.

[totalwildcard]

"That was the plan!" Harley replied brightly.

There had been no plan.

There had, at best, been a hope.

"You wanna order in?"

[joan_of_bark]

"Sure," Pam said, sliding her hands into her pockets. "Did you have a preference?"

She would draw the line at Mooby's, yes.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was neither drunk nor actively sad enough to be drawn to Mooby's, so they were in the clear.

"None whatsover!" she declared - only to immediately reconsider, with a tilt of her head. "Well it's gotta be tasty, I'm drawing the line at disappointing lunch."

[joan_of_bark]

"I'll do my best," Pam promised, motioning for the sofa. She was already setting off for it herself. "I'll check the app and pitch some ideas. You can give me a 'yay' or 'nay'."

[totalwildcard]

"Yay!" Harley said, whether as a joke or as a genuine reaction - well, you decide.

She didn't need to be told twice to make a beeline for the couch, either. "I mean, kneejerk gut reactions are kinda what I'm best at! I git great taste."

[joan_of_bark]

"That you do," Pam agreed. "...Most of the time."

She looked down at her phone. "Hm. Thai?"

[totalwildcard]

"Enh," Harley said, shrugging, as she plopped herself onto the couch. "Maybe?"

She made a little wobbly gesture with her hand in the air.

"Call it an option 'less there's something nicer."

[joan_of_bark]

"No lobsters," Pam said, scrolling. "Hm. Italian?"

[totalwildcard]

"They got pizza?" Harley checked, perking up a little.

[joan_of_bark]

"Of course they have pizza, Harls," Pam said. She clicked the icon and held the phone out for her. "I think we may actually have two places that do pizza, technically. This is the upscale one."

[totalwildcard]

"Well if you're gonna limit yourself to the island," Harley replied as she took the phone to give the menu a browse. "Some of the real fancy ones out there think they're too fancy for a good pizza pie."

[joan_of_bark]

"If we order from off the island, they'll send a car," Pam pointed out. "And not a rickshaw, which is much more environmentally-friendly transportation. So we'll have to live with the not-too-fancy stuff here."

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a face, but she did so quietly and without any voiced complaint, so maybe she could get away with it. "Fiiine, fine," she said, and tapped in her order of a pizza with way too much pepperoni on it. And breadsticks.

And a big drink to go with it.

And then she handed the phone back over. "There ya go."

[joan_of_bark]

Pam did a little math in her head, and then punched in an order for herself.

She clicked send.

"There we are," she said. "Two not-too-fancy pizzas, coming up." She looked at Harley. "So. How are you doing, besides hungry?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley thought -- well, pretended to think about it.

"Is 'famished' an option?"

You know, as being different enough from 'hungry' to count.

[joan_of_bark]

Pam couldn't quite stifle a laugh. "No wonder you wanted pizza."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged. "Well, I got an appetite, so..."

An appetite she was feeding with food rather than canned 'cheese' products, so hey. That was progress, probably.

But shhh.

"And, yanno, pizza's pizza."

[joan_of_bark]

"It is definitely pizza," Pam agreed. She searched Harley's face. "Feeling a little better?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley immediately felt like looking away, all shifty and evasive - at least, until her mind found something to latch onto that was loud enough to drown out any memory of her disappointing restaurant outing over the weekend that wanted to resurface.

"Well I got an invisible cloak," she announced, facing Pam head on again as abruptly as she'd began shying away, "just yesterday, and who can feel bummed when they've got that?"

[joan_of_bark]

"An invisible cloak," Pam echoed, one eyebrow arching up. "What are you planning?"

[totalwildcard]

"What wouldn't I be planning with an invisible cloak?" Harley retorted, with a ridiculous little waggle of her eyebrows.

Then she sighed, dreamily. "But I'm working on a heist."

[joan_of_bark]

"Oh, I know there's thousands of possibilities," Pam said, smiling. "But I was fishing for the details on a heist."

[totalwildcard]

"Wellll," Harley said, really drawing the word out as she leaned back a little more, looking a little smug about it, "I gotta re-fill my store somehow, ain't I...?"

[joan_of_bark]

"So what's your first target?"

Smug looked pretty on that face.

... Ugh.

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged, easily. "Not sure yet, but I got the kid scoping out some real fancypants places on the mainland."

[joan_of_bark]

"Well, keep me up to date," Pam said, amused. "It sounds like you're in for a good time."

[totalwildcard]

"Best time, it's been ages since the last good heist!"

It had been like a couple of months at most.

"I'm gonna have such good hot merchandise for the store!"

[joan_of_bark]

"Do you have any idea what kind of stuff you'd want?" Pam asked.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave her an amused look.

"Stuff that'll sell." Duh. "Real fancy shit, too. End tables made for kings and the like!"

[joan_of_bark]

"Hm," Pam said. "Maybe you should portal to England and break into Buckingham Palace..."

Just kidding!

Maybe!

[totalwildcard]

Harley's eyes went so big they practically bugged out. It was an expression best described as !!!

Great, now that was going to be staying in her head and would cause no issues whatsoever.