[ It's not just school that taught her this stuff. Harley's always had a natural curiosity about her and, having grown up in the days before Google existed, she used to have to actually go to the library and read a bunch of stuff if there was something about the world that she wanted to know. Kids these days have it easy. With things like Alexa they don't even have to type anything to get an answer. It's a little sad, to her. The end of an era. But with progress comes good things, too.

She looks over at Jesse, the weed causing her to contemplate things far more deeply than usual, so it takes her a few moments before she opens her mouth to respond. ]

I guess, technically, yeah. I don't think all species do it that way, though. I don't know. That's about as far as my fish knowledge goes, but maybe I'll read up on it later because now I'm kinda' curious.

[ Harley laughs when Jesse starts to get more and more freaked out, a brow raising at the horrified look on his face. ]

No! It's not full of it. It's like...I don't know, they mate in specific areas. Usually on the ocean floor.

[ Harley reaches for her soda after she pours the rest of a box of chocolatey treats into her mouth, tossing aside the empty box onto a spare seat. She gulps down the soda and it's mid-sip when Jesse starts to freak the fuck out. His outburst catches Harley off guard, but it's something about the 'bukkake all over her fuckin' eggs' line mixed with the genuine horror on his face that makes her lose it entirely. It's the Ultimate Spit Take a moment later, soda spraying from her mouth like a living fountain statue. She manages to douse whoever's sitting in front of her and yep, there it is. Their cue to leave. Harley manages to choke out words between laughing so hard that her stomach hurts. ]

Oh my God, Jesse, we gotta go.