Their ill-tempered greeting did not dissuade Harley in the least. Her smile only grew and she started to bounce in place at her booth. She hooked her arm through Mark's and leaned against him. "I missed ya, Merlin!" she squeaked happily despite the warning Grumpy Pants had given her. "You, too, Sno-Cone!" Her foot came out to tap against his leg, not wanting him to feel left out. "What're doin' here?"
The woman untangled herself from Mark only to stand back up on the booth and lean across it to grab what was left of her banana split. When she plopped back down, it was clear that she had only been eating the ice cream and chocolate bits. "Are ya on a mission? Can I help? Can I? Can I?!"