A mall on the mainland [Wednesday afternoon]

Normally, Irene would not be caught dead in any place that had a vague, lingering smell of soft pretzels. But she also hadn't especially felt like taking a portal (or other, more conventional means of travel) to New York or an alternate London or Paris for her usual habit of dropping a small mortgage on a new dress, either, so a mall it was.

And after all, shopping was shopping, even if she could see a Claire's (ugh) from within the department store she'd dragged Kitty.

"Want to make bets on whether we'll go somewhere warm for the spring trip?" Irene asked, eyeing some obviously newly-displayed swimsuits. "Because I'd really love to invest in something new to laze about prettily in."

[for she who is narratively mentioned!]