[Not typically, but the type of dress-up that Harley wants to do verges on irresponsible. The boutiques won't let her past the doors anymore in Gotham, and for good reason. There's a small window where trying on clothes goes hand in hand with petty theft, loitering, and destruction of public property and that window had been kicked in by Harley a long time ago.]

It's an animal genus. Elephants, the rhinoceros, hippos, and swine. An obsolete genus, but still documented, so - still relevant. Especially with regards to my bottomless appetite.

[Quiet? This place was already way too quiet for her liking. She misses the sounds of traffic, gunfire, angry pedestrians, and local hooligans. Her very own lullaby.]

Let's go with the tavern. If it gets any quieter around here I might fracture a femur just to make things more interesting.