It was always just... endearing when Harley acted like Ivy had done her a huge favor when she accepted something. As if Ivy wasn't always a little bit ready to get sloshed, especially in a place like this. 1920's Iowa in the middle of winter wasn't exactly her wheelhouse. Might as well have a few bubbly drinks. At least here she couldn't accidentally get a salad tattoo.
"About not wanting to get married?" Ivy asked, even though she knew exactly that that was what Harley was asking about. She just wanted a second to play stupid, just one tiny second more. Then she'd let go. That was all.