"C'mon, please!" Harley begged, giving you her absolute best puppy-dog eyes that are absolutely sure to win you over. She knows they're effective, usually. The main point is that your roommate wants to get ice cream—and she won't blow something up this time, rob a bank, or go back to that sickening man. Batting her eyelashes, swaying from side to side, and leaning against your shoulder in an attempt to get ice cream with you all because she's bored of the frozen pizza at home.

"We can get pistachio! Actually, wait... no, not pistachio. I hate pistachio," Harley paused, glancing up at you. "Strawberry!" She's all giddy, bouncing excitedly next to you. Her arms have wrapped around you, putting you in her lovey-dovey grip. "C'mon." She nudged your shoulder, a sly grin on her face. Harley knows you can't say no to her. You've been living together for quite some time, so this really isn't a surprise. The sun is shining through the windows, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Perfect for ice cream, no?