Re: Eddie N/Harley Q
[She looks at his hair critically.] If ya came for my approval, ya got it.
[Harley grins and slips into her room. It's padded with stuffed animals, shrined in a varigate of pink, black, and red. Her suit lies limp over the back of her computer chair. The computer itself hums, the screen black. Of course a bunch of Acme-appropriate weaponry leans against this surface and that, an oversized mallet with Batman's face painted on the flat of it, a spring-loaded boxing glove, and so on. It's the same as always. One of the babies hops on the bed as she flops down onto it. She pets him behind the ear.] Come on. Let's get snackin'.