Tiresome was one word for it, confusing was another, Harley wasn't used to a world with angels and gods and stuff, she'd take overgrown Bats and aliens with weird notions about pants and tights over gods and angels. But it was here they were stuck, and at least that Loki fella was a trickster. Harley liked Tricksters, they made life interesting, they made everyone around them at the very least waiting for the next surprise, and this particular trickster god guy have gotten her a hyena. Gods 1 Angels 0. In Harley's opinion at least. And Red seemed happy for her which was good, she'd have to deal with the Hyena living around the place. But Harley hadn't been lying when she said she planned to train it. She'd get a young one. Old enough to be away from its Mama but young enough to train. Maybe she'd get two.
"Aw, its not that bad, he reminds me of Mi..." No no no don't say that in front of Red. She'd get all ranty about how horrible he had been to Harley, and while it was true, it wasn't always so nice to hear. So she cleared her throat and hoped for the best. "...home" she settled on finally and turned to look at her friend wanting nothing more than to turn the subject from what she knew was on Ivy's mind now. Harley might not have been the best psychiatrist in the world but she was trained all the same.
"So we gonna show them the proper way, or can you do it from here, Can I help? I mean I'm gonna be busy with the babies 2.0 but I'm still willin' ta help if you want me to? And no ones gonna hurt no kids round here Red, heck, even I'd go nutso on 'em if they did, that ain't right doin' that" she told her friend.
"Did I ever thank ya for helpin' me out? Here and at home..." she added with a shrug, Ivy was her friend, and she really had helped her out more times than she could count. So if Harley could repay even a little of that why shouldn't she.