Again. Blank stare. Raised eyebrows. Somewhat incredulous expression. Sometimes the extremes to which Harley didn't think things through were mind-boggling. She didn't point out that the only thing they could hope to buy at 5 A.M. was a rather unattractive ( no doubt ) hooker hanging around the red light district.

The idea of a location in Gotham possessing man eating plants was intriguing. If Harley was actually on the money with the assertion, Ivy would have to give her a reward of some kind.. perhaps a biscuit and a pat on the head?

"We'll do the greenhouse tonight," she instructed as she moved to her closet. "We can find some dope to screw with tomorrow." Or later today, technically.