Of course it was dumb. You didn't need a day for romance if you had someone you liked around all the time. At least, that was what Ivy figured. She'd never really been into that stuff: grand displays, chocolates, jewelry, murdered baby flowers all bunched up. She preferred little stuff -- letting the person she loved know she was there and that she'd have their back no matter what. Staring longingly from afar. The usual.
But this was fine -- hanging out with Harley, their fingers in the dirt. Hell, she couldn't even be mad about the sext gift basket; one of the vibrators in hers had a plug in charger. So much better than wasting batteries. Not that she'd inspected it much. Or... used it?
Ivy glanced over at Harley for what felt like the millionth time in the last ten minutes. It just felt hard not to look today. Ivy blamed the vibrator. "I-- what?" She asked, and then caught herself. "How good are you at threatening warning signs?" She asked. The second either of them looked away, some romantic bastard was going to come in here and behead her children for the sake of rose petals on a mattress.