Harley Quinn: (grinning) Y'know, Jervy, I never pegged ya as a lunch date kinda guy. Thought tea parties were more your speed.
Jervis Tetch: (smiling warmly) Every meal is a chance for a tea party, my dear Harley. Besides, it's rare to converse with someone who understands the complexities of... unconventional relationships.
Harley: (leaning in) Oh, ya mean Pammy? She's my big, green bean. Tough as nails, sweet as honey when she wants to be. Though, lemme tell ya, she's got a real knack for makin' me feel like a human compost pile when I mess up.
Jervis: (chuckling) A passionate partnership often cultivates a thorn or two. Love, after all, is a riddle—sweet yet perplexing.
Harley: Ain't that the truth! But enough 'bout me. What's the buzz with you an' ol' Scarecrow? Betcha he's not much for the flowers-an'-candy thing.
Jervis: (smiling wistfully) Jonathan... or should I say, John. He's not one for overt sentiment, but his mind? Oh, it's a garden of intricate puzzles and curious insights. He expresses affection in the subtlest ways—an extra cup of coffee in the morning, or a late-night discussion on the nature of fear.
Harley: (mock swooning) Aw, Jervy, that's real sweet. But lemme guess, he's gotta have his grumpy moments, right?
Jervis: (sipping his tea) Naturally. He can be rather... singularly focused on his research. Sometimes I feel like I must don a Cheshire grin just to remind him I exist.
Harley: (nodding) Been there, sugar. Pammy's all about savin' the planet, and sometimes I'm like, "Hey, what about savin' me from watchin' six hours of documentaries on fungus?"
Jervis: (laughing softly) Love is a peculiar tea blend, isn't it? A dash of sweetness, a hint of bitterness, and an unrelenting need to steep in understanding.
Harley: (raising her milkshake) Hear, hear! To weird love and the people who keep us crazy in the best ways.
Jervis: (raising his teacup) Cheers to that, my dear Harley. May we always have the courage to embrace the madness.
Harley: (smirking) Speakin' of madness, dessert's on me if ya tell me what Johnny's like when he's jealous.
Jervis: (grinning mischievously) Only if you divulge Pammy's reaction to your late-night shenanigans.
Harley: Deal!
(They laugh, clinking their respective drinks, as the scene fades out with the hum of chatter and the clink of teacups.)