Harley shrugged, twirling the tongue depressor between her fingers. "Yeah, I might give it a shot." She said it casually, as if she was talking about trying racketball, or sushi. "Just 'cause I never have, you know? We don't have 'em at home; at least," Harley frowned thoughtfully, "I don't think we do. Maybe I've just never met one. It's possible!"
Her new toy was interesting, but not enough on its own. Harley pulled open the drawer on the other side of her, and peered down into it. Notepads and pens; boring. She slipped off the counter to reach more drawers. "Not long!" Was her cheerful response. "A few days; maybe a couple weeks? I wasn't really paying attention for some of it; 'cause of the trainnesia. The whole time-traveling sentient train kinda made me go Coocoo for Cocoa Puffs there for awhile." She flashed Simon a grin, as she yanked open another drawer.
"I wasn't always as open to new ideas as I am now." Her eyes lit up as she looked down. "Ooh! Rubber Gloves!" She yanked a few out, scattering them on the counter, and put one to her lips, starting to blow into it.