[ Harley doesn't really think there's such a thing as too handsy, which is pretty obvious from the way she's peppering his face with loud, smacking kisses. She doesn't even notice -- or, rather, she notices and then quickly dismisses and buries -- his initial reaction to her. Really, Harley's gotten absolutely fantastic at taking one of his looks of pure disgust and reinterpreting it as concern or thoughtfulness.

Which is a lot easier to do when that expression of having stepped in something disgusting morphs into one of his trademark smiles. ]

I thought I'd never see you again!

[ And, though she loves her hyenas like they're furry children, they don't exactly talk back to her to make any sort of decent conversation. One could argue whether Joker makes conversation with her either or simply orders her around. But Harley would insist it's the former if pressed.

Anyway, she doesn't do great with being alone. And even though she hasn't been here long, she's been starting to wonder if she'd have to start giving Bud and Lou their own funny voices to make them chat with her. Speak of: the terrible two are around somewhere. Hopefully not eating people. ]

This must be fate, don't you think? Even the universe can't keep us apart.

[ Clearly. Clearly the universe had tried and failed. The logic there is undeniable.

Harley doesn't even care if he is a figment of her imagination. And, besides, he feels real enough. He feels, smells, looks, and sounds real enough. So she gives his cheek an experimental lick. He tastes real enough too. ] Just checking.

[ Obviously not taking the hint, she twists around to settle in his lap. ] Starving. How did you know? What's for grub?