Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

Harley was having a quiet day in.

... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.

What more could a girl need?

(for one!)

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[hasaknightjob]

"Got to try Katz's in the early days when we visited Watts's old Toronto," Marc told her. Did Harley's world have a Katz's? Great question. "That was pretty good."

[totalwildcard]

"What, like in... old fancy hat Toronto?" Harley asked, raising her eyebrows. Really giving them a workout. "You can do that?"

General 'you'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wore a fancy hat and everything," Marc confirmed.

Okay it'd been Steven's hat but Marc had popped in so he'd worn it and thus it counted.

[totalwildcard]

Harley did not seem particularly concerned with getting caught up in the particulars, at least.

"Ooooh," she cooed. "Must've looked dapper!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Fedora," he said, in case that helped with her mental image.

[totalwildcard]

"Actual fedora or the thing people keep calling a fedora when it's not?"

Important distinction!

"Yanno, so I can picture it accurately."

[hasaknightjob]

"Actual fedora," Marc confirmed, because it was indeed an important distinction. "Not the one that tells everybody you're an asshole."

[totalwildcard]

"Ooh, good choice," Harley replied, lighting up in that way that she sometimes did when something really got her imagination going. "I'd make eyes at that guy from across a crowded... whatever's appropriate for fancy hat era Toronto, I dunno."

[hasaknightjob]

"Diner?" Marc suggested. "I was mostly quick sandwiches while we were there."

Reminded, Marc took another bite of his own. As he chewed, he looked at Harley thoughtfully.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was still halfway in her little daydream, exhaling a wistful little sigh. He would've been... not un-happy with how dashing he looked in her mind's eye.

Then she bit back into her sandwich, too.

[hasaknightjob]

"Trying to picture you in one of those outfits," Marc told her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made an amused noise. "Like a proper lady?"

Over-enunciating for comedic effect again, all teeth and red lips.

[hasaknightjob]

"I dunno about proper," Marc said, making it sound as though proper was not considered a feature he was interested in.

[totalwildcard]

"What, ya don't care about polite society?" Harley teased. "Just a pretty lady?"

[hasaknightjob]

"What about me says I do well in polite society?" Marc replied, sort of teasing back. Sort of because it was him. He wasn't great at it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley let out a sharp, delighted ' ha!' noise all the same. And snickered as she leaned a little more against his shoulder.

"Touché! Impolite society, that's where we fit in."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his arm even more around her. Simply because she'd adjusted her position was all.

"Fit in where people don't fit in," he agreed.

[totalwildcard]

"I'd still wear the fancy get-up," Harley confided, not at all just an excuse to briefly lean even further. "I'd just also have a pistol, at minimum, hidden under the skirts."

[hasaknightjob]

"'course," Marc said. Then, in case she wondered, "You'd look great. Just not you. Maybe."

[totalwildcard]

"Of course!" Harley preened, but she was clearly pleased with him saying it. "Feel free to think about it as much as ya want!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Thanks," Marc said. Because maybe he would.

He gestured at what she was currently wearing. "Cute"

[totalwildcard]

"Ain't it?" Harley replied, doing the bare minimum of showing off the fuzzy galaxy theme of it all when she didn't actually want to move all that much. "I just got this!"

It might not have involved any money, getting it.

[hasaknightjob]

"Does that make you a star?" Marc asked.

Because galaxy, you see.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's eyebrows quirked, before she got it. "Hmh? Oh! It might!"

She snickered.

"It definitely makes me stellar."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's not the clothes that do that," Marc said. He finished off the last bite of his sandwich and looked for something to wipe his hands.