"Now that's advice born of experience. Learned something new."
Deadpool nodded to his sister-in-law. Before heading out to get to work, he still took a bite of the burrito, only to discover it was filled with melon and mango. Speechless, he set it aside and said helplessly to Par%Ai:
"Fruit burritos are heresy on the same level as pineapple pizza. Remember this: the backbone and soul of a burrito is Mexican Hot Sauce. Fruit and chili sauce can never go together! I'd been looking forward to finding out what food in the Ninth Cosmos was like, and the answer was rabbit feed?"
"Ah? Is that so?" Par%Ai covered her face in embarrassment. Although she possessed power no less mighty than any Dimensional Demon Gods, she acted adorably meek. "I'm sorry. I didn't know burritos had so many requirements. People in our era think fruit is the best thing."
"I see, that's the setting, huh?" Wade put his mask back on and gestured for Harley to grab his arm while he adjusted the coordinates on the Teleportation Belt. "The land is barren, everyone in the apocalypse is busy growing staple crops, there are fewer places to grow fruit, so fruit production is low and it becomes more precious? Which world did they copy that setting from? Fallout or Biohazard Crisis?"
"Quit fooling around." Harley casually picked an Apple from the plate Par%Ai was holding, wiped it on herself with one hand, and pressed the other onto Deadpool's shoulder. "Business first. We can study chili sauce later. If you want to meet a hunk who's good at giving people enemas with chili sauce, I can introduce you to one after we get back to Earth-0."
There really was someone like that. Arkham had every kind of freak, and Harley, as a psychologist,