The feast that awaited Harley in their private quarters was extravagant; a whole roast pig, platters piled high with exotic fruits and chocolates, and a bouquet of roses in the center of the table.
Harley blinked in confusion at first, looking over the sheer amount of food that filled the room. With a small chuckle, she walked over to the tab le and picked up the roses.
“I nearly forgot. It’s Mother’s Day.” she looked around for the elusive reptile. “Thank you, Red.”
















