Manky dining room: Gwen & Dickie
[Forays into the hotel weren't really part of Gwen's regular daily pattern - and she was absolutely a girl with patterns. She'd always been weirdly organized (a trait Emily shared); her dollhouses had always gotten cleaned on Saturdays, and her dolls had their hair done on Sundays. Her homework always happened at 6:15, and light's out had always had a set time when she was young. Sure, it got incrementally later and later, but she stuck to the comfort of a schedule, and she did the same thing now, most days.
This was a deviation.
But she liked Mr. Grayson. She knew he was younger now, just like Ms. Carter was, and she wondered if there was some kind of significance to people aging down in multiples, but like the mysteries of the door, it was one she hadn't opted to focus on. Right now, all her free time was dedicated to Carnage. She went out every night, and she looked, and she dreaded the day when she found something that confirmed her worst fears about what the symbiote was up to.
This was a deviation from that search, but it was just a for a little while. Like the diner with Jason, and like the museum with Peter, and she needed some harmless fun to keep from becoming depressed. So, she didn't feel guilty about her walk to the dusty dining room that she'd never visited before. She didn't have any confidence in the promised superiority of the Pad Thai Mr. Grayson promised, but she was willing to give it a try.
She was curious, too. Jason didn't talk much about Mr. Grayson recently, and Gwen always assumed everyone in Gotham was five minutes away from hating everyone else. Hels sure hated everyone there (well, mostly), and Jason had a lot of issues with people. But Mr. Grayson always seemed to like everyone, so the fact that Jason hadn't mentioned him recently made her curious.
She might have laid off the science, but you couldn't take the scientist out of the girl.
Dressed in knee-highs, a grey wool skirt to mid-thigh, and a long-sleeved shirt in cream, she walked into the dining room and looked around to see if it could actually be considered manky. A second later, she walked toward the boy with the long dark hair, and she smiled.] I'm going to need to see that ID, and this place is totally manky.