Neither Harley or Pamela worry about cleaning the dirt off their hands or arms right now. After all, Pamela enjoys having the earth on her body. And Harley is just living life at its fullest.

They both smile at the Asgardian woman who is managing the grocery.

"Whatcha going to make for supper, Thor?" Harley asks him, an easy smile in his direction. Letting him decide on what supplies they will need. It is one more little thing that might mean a lot, after time.

"Do you have corn kernels? And cooking oil?" Pamela asks, still interested in making popcorn later.