The noise Harley makes is practically a squeak, and she drums her fingers a little on the steering wheel. "It's so exciting! Oh my god, and we can decorate in your colours, sparkly black and yellow? Big strings of garlands- I got this glass blower to make some ornaments for the tree up at the Nest, too, if you want!"

Okay, deep breath Harley girl.

"Sorry, sorry- it's your castle, you do whatever you want with it- I just- I love Christmas. Ice skating and hot drinks and giving people presents and all the colours-" There's a deep breath in, and out, the grin still big and broad on Harley's face. "It's just- it's the best.

Ooh, and hey! I finally found a name for Roboboy that you gave me. You know anything about Commedia Dell'arte?"