[ it's the kind of smoke that's thick enough to make her eyes water but also her mouth too, the scent of grilled meat and other cooking things only prompting her to think about how long it's really been since she's eaten. (truthfully, not that long, but in spite of her size, harley can really put away an impressive amount of food.)

all this is to say that by the time they're in and out and she's got a sandwich that's almost as tall as her head, dick's earned himself a very happy quinn. ]

All that Down patrollin' really eats up your free time, huh? [ she's able to gently clock him with a bump of her hip against his without breaking her stride — or dropping her sandwich, for that matter. ] Y'know, you could still swing over and see me one of those nights, no problem. That one skylight's always been a little loose.