Now that the Old Trinidad was open again, Gatsby had decided to pop along there for a change of scenery. It was nice, wandering through the bookstore. Most of his books had ended up as show items back home, and while he had a full library in his own house, he wanted to read something more up to date. Keep up with the new lingo. Modernize himself somewhat.
He had picked up a small selection to browse through, and then headed to the cafe just to sit and relax for a while. When he saw Cuddy, however, he smiled broadly, his eyes glancing between her and her lovely carriage pram.
"Good afternoon," he smiled. "Why, sure, that'd be lovely," he responded chirpily.