Seventeen, and seven years... Joker leans a little bit closer to her, just barely not touching, and thinks on that. That's really too young... and for what? Joker can't really imagine it herself.

"No clue, really. Apparently it either gives strength ta plants, or makes humans more violent." Her hands flop to the side in a careless shrug. "The source I got the information from wasn't particularly helpful."

Stupid bleedin' moths.

"Three, by the way."