Every day is a good day for a fight. It's an even better one when Amelia can both work off her own restless energy and spend time with a friend. Harley being that and more makes today a perfect day for a fight.

The rogue slips off her cloak as she approaches, tossing it down next to the sign and pulling money from one of her pouches in the same moment. "What rules are you setting for the fight?" she asks, holding the crisp bill out to Harley. She tilts her head slightly to one side, grinning as her hair pin tinkles musically. "Are we allowed weapons? How long does the fight last? I'll keep my magic out of the fight, but I'll leave the other details to you."