Harley holds out her hand to the giant turtle so he can smell her. She was just in the Amazon a few weeks ago, so she might smell like the rainforest still.
"Grass and ground type." Harley repeats softly to herself. "You have a lovely terraform on your shell, there Torterra."
"Harley Quinn!" She shakes his offered hand. "Pleased to meet'cha!"
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"Grass and ground type." Harley repeats softly to herself. "You have a lovely terraform on your shell, there Torterra."
"Harley Quinn!" She shakes his offered hand. "Pleased to meet'cha!"