Unlike Mista J, Harley didn't doubt for a second that the other townspeople's claims about Marrowood and its weirdness were true. And, okay - maybe she was a little naive to just take them at their word, but that was just the kind of person she was. She believed people when they said things, a lot of the time. Was it really her fault, though, that the world was full of dirty frickin' liars?
That was what she liked about Mista J, though. He might hold back a little somethin' from her for his own benefit, but he never outright lied to her. It wasn't in him. He made what he wanted and what he'd do to get it very clear. She could tell, just from his declaration, that this Mista J was just the same. He might not always tell the truth, but he didn't lie, either.
And dammit, he was going to take what he wanted. And she had a feeling she knew what that was.
"You gonna give it to em, Mista J?" She said, wicked smile blooming, already knowing the answer.