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Fall is simply dazzling! Harley marvels at the blazing reds crowning the trees like painted paper hats. It looks like the world's on fire! Okay, not the most original phrasing (she may have read that somewhere), but it'll do for now. It's accurate, anyway.
And reminds her of her favorite plant lady: is the season gonna affect her in some way?
As if to counteract disintegration, she twines around Ivy and twiddles with her shiny red tresses.
"Say, Red. Are you gonna defoliate, too?"
Ivy frowns. "Unlike my namesake, I'm not deciduous."
"Oh, good... So, no fun with wigs, then?"