Harley muddled through the brief interaction with the delivery driver, balancing on the edge of realizing you're higher than you thought while trying not to let on that you're high in front of a stranger. The driver absolutely knew, and absolutely did not care. This happened all the time.

She thought she got away with something though, and looked smug with victory as she carried in the boxes and set them on the table. Harley settled onto the couch next to him and flipped open a box to grab a slice.

"Oooooh it's good!"