"They confiscated them?" Eddie peered over, clearly distressed. "They took my muffins?" He was in the only chair in the room, reading a novel from the assortment that Eridan had brought him. Harley's entrance caused him to put his book down, and he took a stand.

"Those fiends." Eddie crossed him arms, unironically displeased. "I'm not in here for criminal reasons, they really haven't a right to do that. Now they'll claim some inane reason: I've been problematic, I've been aggressive. It's unjust, Harley, it really is!"

Eddie had missed hearing himself speak, especially when there was someone other than himself to speak to. It was a relief that he would never admit to, seeing Harley's face again. He welcomed her in, offering her his warmed seat.