*Harley sits down on the other side of the roof, writing things down in a notebook. As she does, a small white snake slithers over to you with a note in its mouth*
*the snake slithers up next to you, and slightly nudges you with his tail. He drops the note and slithers away.*
The note reads:
Hey, is everything alright?
Harley: That’s a nice name. I’ve used the name Layla in one of my books...
*she starts rummaging through her bag*
Harley: Oh! There I go again, rattling on about my books. Sorry about that.