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Sorry but Kim and Jean's possibly implied dynamic is so so funny to me. Jean admires him as a paragon of upstanding police work ("We'd be honored to have you") while, if I'm reading into it right, Kim shows him violent disdain in return by calling him Mr. Vicquemare. If he calls Harry "Detective" or "Lieutenant" when he's pleased and "Officer" when he's mad, and feels disrespected that Harry keeps calling him by his first name instead of Lieutenant, refusing to call Jean by his title feels like very subtle but harsh disrespect.

And it's for insulting Harry's karaoke.

Jean wants a mutually respectful relationship with the most professional thing to ever happen to C-Wing but has failed to understand that Harry is Kim's little meow meow now

‘  friends are more important than any material object will ever be.  ’ (from morgana to ann)

“ … Yeah, you’re right… “ Ann answers defeated, eyes flicking around as if searching for a rebuke but knowing she didn't have the heart when Morgana pulled the friendship card this early in the morning. she taps a manicured nail against the pale outdoor tabletop she was sat at, cheek resting against the curled palm of her other hand propped up by the furniture and hunched forward, before she sighs relentingly ( if not slightly overdone. what was the fun in not being a little dramatic every now and then? ) and slides over a little plate of fish or meat that she’d been eating just prior to the tuxedo cat. She can’t argue with that-! regardless of her own hesitancies.

“ You better not get sick from this, though! “ the girl warns, pointing a finger accusingly at Morgana at the possibility, intense blue eyes narrowed “ I don’t know if I or Joker would have the money to pump your stomach because you ate something you shouldn’t have. “

part of her warning, admittedly, was an effort to have the last word for her self respect, though it wasn’t as if she put that much pride on passing the food to begin with.

“ Speaking of, how have you both been doing lately? Good, I hope! “