It was a step in the right direction, venturing out to one of New York's multiple teahouses for a mid-morning bit of tea. Today's teahouse was the "Mad Hatter's Tea Cup", a quaint, Alice in Wonderland-themed teahouse with stylings nostalgic of the Victorian era. The pastries were absurd colors, the teacups didn't match, but it was all part of the absurd gimmick they had running. And when the surroundings were as garishly-colored as they were, it detracted from the equally garish prawn, who was presently nursing a cup of tea, had nibbled at a scone, and had buried their nose in some paperback mystery-novel focused on the harebrained adventures of a bounty hunter.

Most people were busy with their own books, newspapers, or soft-spoken conversations to pay anyone else, Jack included, any mind. The prawn sighed, turned the page of her novel, and set it down with the pages against the table and spine skyward. What a lovely way to spend a Tuesday.

Delicately, the prawn pinched the handle of the teacup between thumb and forefinger, and raised the beverage to her mouthparts, managing a dainty sip. Once the cup was deposited, the book was once again retrieved, and sh continued reading.

Gwen was a little depressed but ultimately content. She had a new apartment, she still was working for the syndicate (which really might not be the best thing for her at this point in her life,) and she could drive legally in the state of New York. She sighed as she very badly paralleled parked. She stared at the tea house, which was slightly disturbing. Modern art was a strange, crazy concept that Gwen just couldn't get.

With a sigh, she stood out of her car, shut the door, locked the doors a couple times (better to be safe than sorry, after all.) She then ventured into the tea house. Clearly, she looked out of place as usual and quietly moved towards a seat. She wasn't even sure what type of tea to drink. Teas were so different than they use to be.

She did notice an interesting looking person in the tea house, though. They must have been a mutant, by the looks of it. At least this place wasn't a bigoted place. Hopefully, at least.