Harlivy

Chapter 4: The Dinner Special

Harley: Help! I told Ivy I'd cook dinner tonight, but I can't cook!

Joker, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: An' ya thought I could help?

Joker: Wait, wha'd'ya mean ya can't cook? Ya've been cookin' fer me fer years!

Harley: Ya'd eat a dirty sponge if it had chocolate sauce on it!

Joker: No I wouldn'!

Harley: Dat's wha' I made fer dinner last week!

Joker: Oh, right... Dat was pretty good, actually. Oh, shit, ya really can't cook.

Harley: Dat's wha' I jus' said!

Ivy: So Harls, how did your first time making dinner go?

Harley: Pretty good, if I do say so myself!

Ivy: Ooo! Okay, what are we having?

Harley: Alrigh', so fer appetizers, we have a potato.

Ivy: -stares at potato- Really? A whole potato?

Harley: Yes. An' den fer da main course, we have grilled cheese sandwiches!

Ivy: These just look like big slabs of black.

Joker, hiding because Ivy's not supposed to know he helped: 'Cause dat's wha' dey are!

Ivy, in her head: Joker's here. That explains this.

Harley: An' den fer desert, we have chocolate.

Ivy: This is just a half-frozen bag of chocolate chips.

Harley: It sure is!

Harley: An' finally, fer drinks, we have toast!

Ivy: ...what.

Harley: -lifts up two glasses of blended toast- Bon appetite.

Ivy: ...

Ivy: Alright, fine. I won't ask you to make dinner again. Happy?

Harley, grinning: Oh, no, I'm not allowed ta make dinner no more... How horrible.

Ivy, chuckling: Bitch.

Harley: Aw, ya know ya love it. -leans closer-

Ivy: Maybe I do. -leans even closer-

Joker: How sweet.

Joker: Now KISS!

Ivy: ...Make him go away.

Harley: -kisses Ivy's nose and giggles-