Wendy observed the young woman, taking in all the pink and yellow and white - generally peppy colors that belied either uncanny cheer or madness. And sure, she was cute enough, but unfortunately mid-20s was the low end of her 'attraction pool,' so Gwen wasn't quite there.
"Oh good, we're getting meta," Wendy murmured. She took a seat and another drag of her cigarette, as she prepared for whatever insanity lied ahead.
"Sure, Waffos."