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Ivy goes up on her toes to reach the champagne. Harley is right, it is her favorite. Her friend is always so thoughtful in these little gestures. She takes the bottle down and brings out two elegant cut crystal flutes. Carefully, she twists the cork loose until it comes out with a muffled pop!

Pouring the effervescent liquid slowly to prevent it from foaming up too much, Ivy smiles. She really does feel like celebrating. "We should have a toast," she says, "to your success, and to mine as well. And," she grins wickedly, "to future chaos."

She hands over the second glass and taps hers against it with a gentle chiming clink. "Now! Forget about those Legion assholes; I'm proud of you. You took on the Justice League today. Granted, it was Aquaman," she says with an eyeroll, "but he can be a tough customer if he catches you in the water. So tonight, we celebrate ourselves."

Ivy sips from her glass, and can't help but feel nostalgic. The vintage is from a year when she was still in college, studying botany with a passion. It was a good year for her, and, apparently, a great one for France - quite cool and just rainy enough to produce excellent, flavorful grapes. She drinks again and sighs happily.

"You know, for a while I thought I was going to be a viticulturist? Grow grapes and make wine, that is. Grew up in a wine snob family, so when I expressed an interest in botany they pushed for that angle. But plants are so much more varied and interesting than just a handful of species! I mean, look at this orchid," she says, touching a tiny plant growing on one of her potted trees. The roots cling to the rough bark, and its flower spikes trail down in a spray of shimmery white flowers. "It's probably worth more than that wine, actually. Wild harvested, illegally I might add, by poachers. I rescued it from a collector a few years ago." She takes a leaf between her fingers and rubs it gently, like some people might affectionately rub a dog's ear.

"What was I talking about? Family expectations! And the expectations of others in general. Basically, fuck 'em. Keep doing what you're passionate about, not what will get you approval. Make chaos because you love chaos, y'know?" She pauses to drink again. "Sorry, that got a little preachy. I'm in some kind of mood, huh?

Ivy shakes her head at her own speech and settles in on the couch next to Harley. "Anyway, I've said all this before. What are we doing to celebrate? Besides drinking, that is."