Harley has had enough

After silently stewing for the better part of an hour, Harley decides to make a stand:

"So, do I really have to watch you play this the rest of the night?"

"Why would I stop? I thought you weren't a person or something."

"YOU said that."

"No I didn't."

"You know what I mean!" she fumes, irritated by your coyness. "You implied it. With everything you said."

"Doesn't sound like me. But, hey, I get that you're bored. I'll stop; we can do something else."

This takes the wind out of her sails somewhat. She regards you with open suspicion, clearly unsure of what sort of behaviour she can expect from you next.

"...Okay. Well, thank you?"

"Maybe I'll pick you up a tablet or something later this week." you muse, turning slightly to peruse your TV show folder. "Must suck to not have a phone."

Harley's eyebrows lift at that.

"Seriously?"

"Sure. You need something to do when I'm gone or I'm busy, right?"

Finally, your eyes settle on "The Mandalorian". You turn back to find Harley looking conflicted; as if she wants to reject the gift and double down on pushing back against her fate. After a moment of hesitation, though, she ends up acquiescing with a slight nod.

You change the subject.

"Do you like Star Wars?"

Your Love Doll blinks, clearly blindsided by the question.

"Uhm... Yyyeeaaah." she answers, her delivery marred by an obvious lack of enthusiasm. "Not as much as my brothers, but I didn't mind the ones I saw."

"Oh yeah? Which ones did you see?"

Harley groans in mock-despair and pulls her knees to her chest, hiding her face from your inquisitive gaze.

"Don't make me do this..." she grumbles, lifting her head to reveal that her eyes are closed in a display of deep, effortful contemplation.

"Mm... The one with the pointy-headed guy. And Jar Jar."

You can't help but chuckle a little to hear that those are the two elements of Phantom Menace that stuck in her head.

"Okay, so Episode I. Any others?"

"Yeah!" she answers, suddenly incensed. "The one where he fucking KILLS PRINCESS AMIDALA. Aka the worst one."

"Ah. You didn't like Episode III?"

"I did, it's just... She was such a badass. And he killed her for, like, no reason."

"That's fair, honestly." you conclude with a sage nod. "Any others? Any of the good ones?"

"Well, I saw the first one with Rey in theatres. I liked her so much as a character that I wanted to see the next one, but my brothers said it wasn't worth watching."

"Luke's arc is alright. Is that it, though? That's all you've seen?"

"...Does the LEGO Star Wars Christmas special count?"

"No."

"...Then yeah. That's all the Star Wars I know."

"Okay. I'm ready to hand down my verdict, then."

Harley regards you sheepishly, having no doubt sensed that your reaction is unlikely to be a positive one.

"Basically, you had a deprived childhood."

Harley barks a laugh and leans over to slap your arm in protest.

"Shut up!!"

"But it's okay," you continue, deflecting her subsequent swats with one hand while clicking "Mandalorian S1E1" with the other, "Because I'm here to educate you."

Harley rolls her eyes and settles in, (not too far away from you, this time) unwilling to mount any resistance in the face of your nerdy enthusiasm.

"...And, if you're very VERY good, maybe we'll watch the original trilogy, too."

She shoots you a sidelong glare, but not without a half-smile to keep it company. You end up smiling back and, to your surprise and delight, she reacts by cozying up to your side.

The **** works in mysterious ways, indeed...