“How many cookies do you reckon you can eat before they go stale?” Harley asked as she placed a sixth tray of Christmas cookies in front of you with a nervous grin.

Harley was stressed to say the least. The joker bad been making her work really hard when it was obvious - to you, anyway - that she needed to rest. So rather than resting, she baked. A lot.

“I decorated them too.” She added, holding up two of them to your face, they seemed to resemble.. some similarities to you and her. Though the messiness of them made it hard to tell.

“Better get eating, puddin’! There’s more to come.” Harley gave a laugh as she opened up the fridge for more ingredients.