Apartment. Apartment. Coffee shop. Thrift store. Apartment. The sights along the street were so unbelievably boring that Allyson thought she might actually start weeping. How could mortals be so fascinating one moment and so tedious the next? It was a vexing question. Very, very vexing. Still, the blonde kept her eyes open, looking for anything even the slightest bit adventurous. There were one or two more people on the street with beanie-hats, but they weren't interesting at all. It was rather disappointing, and Allyson couldn't help but frown slightly.
No matter, though. In short enough order, she'd raised her own spirits once more. There had to be something interesting in this part of town. Otherwise, why would people bother with it at all? It didn't really occur to her that something aside from excitement might drive everyone else, or that people did things for reasons aside from personal pleasure. Why would anyone live in a place that they didn't want to live in, for instance? Allyson herself didn't have to worry about such things, and so she didn't... not for herself, and certainly not for anyone else. It would have been out of her nature to do so.
She was nothing if not true to her own nature.
At the moment, her nature was rather inclined toward something delicious, if not something interesting. If she couldn't have one, perhaps she could have the other. This whim demanded immediate gratification. Allyson turned toward another passerby – a girl with long blonde hair and her hands in her pockets – and reached out, her fingertips gently catching at the other girl's sleeve. "Excuse me," she began, the words tripping lightly off her tongue. Her British accent was still there, prim and clear, although softened just a little. "I don't suppose you know where to find a bakery, or perhaps an ice-cream parlour?"