Father/Daughter Woods Date?
Having that family bond, knowing she had someone here who really loved her and who she could count on in their own little way -- yeah, that meant the world. Gwen needed Tony more than even she probably realized. It terrified her to think that there could come a day when this would all end. They'd seen people leave and come back, and it was like a reset button had been pushed. To her, that meant if you left, you forgot. And she didn't want to forget Tony. Ever. She didn't want him to forget her either. But those were things that were out of their control, and they were both among those who'd been in town the longest. Maybe that meant something; maybe not. But as long as this existed, as long as they were both there, she'd be his kid. And really, even beyond that, no matter what happened on the other side.
Gwen didn't have her suit on. Usually she wore it under her clothes when she went through the doors. It figured, one of the few times she probably needed it on the other side of the doors, she hadn't worn it. She did have her web shooters on though, so that was something.
"Yeah, that's a pretty noble cause. Only they'd probably scare the shit out of the people they were sent to live with." She stood under a tree and looked straight up. Her eyes were sort of working out a path between the branches up to the top so she could get up to the top in one go. "Hopefully there aren't any Alfred Hitchcock birds up there." She aimed one of her shooters up and sent a long string of webbing up, up, up until it stuck and the momentum pulled her straight up, weaving between the branches along the way until she got mostly all the way up. Gwen caught onto a branch, and gracefully swung her way around and up toward the top. The branches were thick enough and she was light enough to stand on one.
Nothing. It was just trees. Effing trees everywhere. "Ugh." She secured more webbing to the branch she was on and used it to lower herself slowly, hanging upside down in that Spider-person way until she was back down at his level. "No Dollar Dog," she said with a scrunch of her nose. "Definitely no quaint woodsy resort. Just woods."