Puca, Cait reminds herself, are hardy creatures, not easily unnerved or alarmed. She has to remind herself of this fact several times in the course of their drive into Manhattan, the better to keep from grabbing at the dashboard during Pippa's sudden swerves or stomping on an imaginary brake pedal when the redhead speeds. Somehow she manages to stay calm. Outwardly.

She does note the lack of Breaker Street music, but of course doesn't comment. Instead she hums along with the songs she knows and grins at the raunchier bits. By the time they pull into a parking garage near their chosen restaurant, Cait has quite recovered her equilibrium. She is glad for the short walk, though.

There's a wait for a table-- inevitable, on weekends --but that gives them time to browse through the Alice memorabilia, tea things and other items in the gift shop. Cait pauses as she always does at the display of colorful costume fairy wings. "These always make me smile. Sad that we probably can't convince Rory to wear a pair."