"Everything. They got magic drinks here? This place is magic, right? Only not in the scary, world ending way so..."
Harley shrugged. It seemed to reason that maybe magic wasn't completely terrible all the time. Only someone with her track record could face someone like Enchantress and not take it too hard afterward.
"Do you think this place place has pixie dust? Does that work on grownups? You never see any pirates flying around Neverland."
Harley ordered shots. Several. It was hard to say if she was planning on sharing them or not. It was a hard to say, if she was planning on paying for them or not. She was newly arrived. But like her favorite egg sandwich place back in Gotham, if Harley liked a place, she was good for it. Eventually.
If it didn't encourage her to mug someone.
"You look like you could use some pixie dust," Harley observed. She didn't elaborate what she meant by that.