"Why are ya lookin' at me like that?" Harley pouts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. That inquistive look you're giving her momentarily throws her off her game. She looks down at her obnoxious pajamas with Batman symbols smattered across them. "Is it the pee-jays? I think they're sorta becomin'."

Things are still for one moment longer before Harley abruptly dives into your bed. "Whaddya think of a sleepover? It could be our thing!" She had a propensity for invading your space.