Harlivy

Chapter 1: Mental Breakdown Gods

Harley: I need ta dye my hair.

Ivy: -doesn't look away from her plants-

Harley: Or get a tattoo.

Ivy: ...

Harley: Or a new piercing

Ivy, sighing: Okay, I give up. Why?

Harley: Ta, ya know, appease da mental breakdown gods.

Ivy: Harls, we've talked about this.

Ivy: I'm the only god you need to worry about, and I say you're too far above other mortals to really need to worry at all.

Harley: ...

Harley: Ya know, Pammy, some people might've focused on da 'mental breakdown' part.

Ivy: Do I really look like 'people' to you?

Ivy: Oh, wait, this is one of those things I'm supposed to care about, isn't it? Uh... Go see Crane?

Harley: Seriously?

Ivy: I don't know, I'm not a psychologist. But he is, so go and don't come back until he makes the mental break go away. -pushes her out the door- Love you.

Harley, chuckling: Love ya too, Red.