Tuesday blinks. "Uhhhh that's not a comic book thing. She was a legit doctor. So she had a bag her doctor ID with a number on it? At least she should have, eye arr elle. But." shrugs, "Comics, you never know. But if she does that could be a fun thing to look up and do." a laugh. "No, just just the Scarecrow, or a girl one. I said so 'cause the guy, the doctor guy he was before went went full on Scarecrow, worked at Arkham, right?" the unicorn makes a scrunch-y face. "At least I think that's right." shrugs, "Either way, he's a doctor-dude that could work with your doctor-Harley."
Head, nodding it. Set in stone.
"Hardcore training?" she'd seen some of the stuff Faye did to train, but that wasn't 'hardcore'? Dude.
"Cool. And yeah, fount of ideas. Me." a laugh. "But yeah lists, nice. Since, yeah. Get that."
"Really?" eyes wide, "Thought everyone's had those." maybe it was just a Tuesday thing. "it's like. You make up the rub or maranaid or whatever you'd do for normal barbecue, then plop halved peanuts in it. Mix, then set them on a baking sheet and you know, bake. Cool 'em enough, and then you can get to good stuff. Eating them." smile, quick instructions. It was like the one thing she knew how to make. Well, before the whole Hearthmaster thing. Her and mom used to do this for snacks, trail-mix. One of the happy memories of home. Even if it wasn't really home that made her smile.
A laugh, "Yes. Chocolate. Covered. Everything." obviously they weren't leaving here until they got the guns, ice cream, Monster and chocolate covered snacks.
Finger points, "Soooo this one?" Tuesday points at some random blue plastic, that looked vaguely like what they were after.