"Even the off-course ones?" Glass asks. "Oh - Golden, when they were all in the Belltower they were dividing themselves into phases. Sort of the Joker version of the Bell life-cycle."

"The off-course ones I'm less sure about," says Harley. "But I still feel like we're all headed to something like the same place, even if no two of us are getting there exactly the same way. I mean, I'm never gonna be a retiree, right, I'm not planning to go back to my Gotham and blow a bunch of things up and then die, but... I'd like to get to where Ghosty and Queenie and the Joker are, someday. That way they have of just being okay, even when they're not. I don't know, maybe it doesn't make sense if you're not a Joker."

"Maybe not."

He smiles crookedly. "That happens."

"Anyway. Have I satisfied you that I won't be conspicuously self-satisfied at Felicity?"

"Yeah," says Harley. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Time for me to go home, I guess."

"Guess so," says Harley.

Glass taps her Janegem. She goes.

"Regardless of this conversation I think I'll give him a little longer to settle in before I pay him a visit," remarks Golden.

"Probably a good idea," says Harley. "Glass gave him a poof; I bet that'll help."

"Ah, poofs."

Harley giggles.

"How have you been doing, anyway?"

He shrugs. "Better. I can, like, move now." Demonstratively, he opens and closes his hands. "I might go get my aura soonish."

"I wonder what you'll get."

Harley shrugs.

When the rest of the meeting has concluded, Elspeth teleports to Isle Esme. She lands in the house, first, to see if there's any sign of Felicity having picked one of the bedrooms.

None whatsoever. Felicity, however, is curled up on a couch with his poof.

"Oh, did Glass bring you a poof? That's a good idea."

"She did! It's cute and snuggly," he says, snuggling it.

"Poofs are both of those things, yes. Do you care which bedroom is yours? Jake and I will take the other."

"The white and yellow one, I guess," he says after a moment's thought.