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]

The fidgety thing really hadn't changed since college.

"Good," Harley replied, with a firmness that bordered on comical. "Means I don't have to start considerin' a revenge mission. Which is it's own kind of good 'cause I don't think I could stomach a guy like that."

She was going to think about... her Pam. Eventually.

And wonder.

[joan_of_bark]

She'd finally be joining this Pam, then. Who had wondered. A lot. Since the very first time she'd spoken to this Harley.

"No, I don't think you're the man-eating type, peanut," Pam said - gently, for her standards. "But I appreciate the sentiment."

[totalwildcard]

Harley could have made several comments about man-eating, all of them either inappropriate or too much information or both, but --

"Wait, what'd you call me?"

[joan_of_bark]

What had she--?

Oh. Oh. Pam winced. "Sorry," she said. "'Peanut'. It's a thing-- I lost track for a moment, I'm sorry."

[totalwildcard]

Harley waved a hand. "No, it's fine, it's cute, kinda makes me sound like a circus peanut?" she said - but she was clearly chewing on the inside of her lip right after, as she paused. "Just... don't think ya mean me when you say it."

[joan_of_bark]

"You're-- a lot alike," Pam said. Helplessly. "Which... seems like an obvious thing to say. But sometimes you sound even more like her..."

[totalwildcard]

"What, when I talk about eatin' guys?"

Very Harley how the end of that question went all sorts of high.

[joan_of_bark]

"When you respond like her when I tell you that I ate a guy."

She really needed to keep that affection out of her voice, ugh. At least she somewhat hid it behind something wry and dry this time.

[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."