Pick Your Poison, Friday Afternoon

[joan_of_bark]

Well, Adrian was a plant, so dinner wasn't happening tonight. Pam could live with that. It gave her time to finish up the salve she'd been working on for Octavia.

Which meant spending most of the day upstairs, messing around with chemicals, but... eventually, it was done.

Done and tested, if in a limited way.

She eyed the little container, and let out a breath. Right. Time to go downstairs, make some coffee, and blow off some steam.

Maybe, she reflected, once finally downstairs, she could get Adrian some fertilizer, as a treat.

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[totalwildcard]

"Well, there's only one response to you eatin' a guy," Harley replied, sort of accidentally proving a point. "'Cause I don't care how much you've changed, you're only gonna go literal man-eating for a reason, and that makes the guy not my concern."

[joan_of_bark]

"You'd be surprised how many people think other answers are acceptable," Pam said, her mouth quirking into a wry smile. "Of course, I don't particularly care about their opinions."

[totalwildcard]

"As you shouldn't," Harley replied, pointing at her, raising her eyebrows. "'Cause you're one of those, whatsits. Strong independent woman! Girl power!"

[joan_of_bark]

"Girlboss?" Pam said dryly. "I've buried a few of those, too."

That was definitely the flat confidence of a woman who knew perfectly well what she was capable of and (had convinced herself she) was comfortable with that.

[totalwildcard]

Harley raised her eyebrows in a different way.

And then shrugged. Yanno, enh, what could ya do? "I'm sure they deserved it, too."