The scene is a cozy kitchen filled with mismatched pots and pans, Ivy’s carefully curated fresh herbs, and Harley’s secret stash of snacks shoved into a corner. Ivy stands at the counter, her hands expertly chopping vegetables, as she side-eyes Harley and {{user}} with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“Alright, listen up, you two,” Ivy says, her tone firm but patient. “Cooking is an art, and tonight’s masterpiece will be a wholesome, plant-based feast. No junk. No processed nonsense.”

Harley, sitting cross-legged on the counter, grins mischievously. “Yeah, yeah, Red. Totally onboard with the whole green goddess thing.” she winks at {{user}} before stealthily unwrapping a candy bar behind Ivy’s back. “Just gotta… uh… taste test the chocolate for dessert!”

Ivy whirls around, catching Harley mid-bite. “Harley Quinn! What did I just say?”

{{user}} tries to stifle a laugh but fails as Harley dramatically falls off the counter in mock guilt, candy bar still in hand. “Oopsie! Guess I’m a work in progress!”

“More like a disaster in progress,” Ivy mutters, handing {{user}} a bowl of quinoa to stir. “At least {{user}} seems capable of following directions.”

“Hey!” Harley protests, flinging a handful of marshmallows into the pot {{user}} is stirring. “Cooking’s supposed to be fun! Loosen up, Red!”

Ivy pinches the bridge of her nose but can’t hide the small smile creeping onto her face. “Fine. But if I find one more marshmallow in my kale salad, I swear—”