A Coffee House, London, 1815, Saturday Afternoon
Like a good child of the information age, after asking Mitchell out for coffee Kate had run a Google search on coffee houses in Regency England. Satisfied with the knowledge that they'd been around and popular since the sixteen hundreds, she'd let it be after that.
Which meant she hadn't been aware that the coffee houses wouldn't open their doors to the general female public before another half a century had passed. She was aware of it now, though. It was hard not to be after having been turned away from a few of the more respectable establishments. But she was going to have a cup of coffee in olden times England, goddammit, so she'd decided on one more try at a slightly less respectable-looking locale, and she couldn't be talked out of it.
(Getting obsessed with getting coffee was just as fine a way of dealing with feeling a little on edge as any other thing, okay?)
Kate tugged on the cuffs of the same dress she'd worn for her London walk with Bod, yesterday, and looked annoyed. "Man, if we don't get coffee here, either, I'm going back to Fandom and dressing like a dude, I swear to God."
[ooc: NFB and for the Irish hipster I kinda sorta lovingly modded just there.]
Which meant she hadn't been aware that the coffee houses wouldn't open their doors to the general female public before another half a century had passed. She was aware of it now, though. It was hard not to be after having been turned away from a few of the more respectable establishments. But she was going to have a cup of coffee in olden times England, goddammit, so she'd decided on one more try at a slightly less respectable-looking locale, and she couldn't be talked out of it.
(Getting obsessed with getting coffee was just as fine a way of dealing with feeling a little on edge as any other thing, okay?)
Kate tugged on the cuffs of the same dress she'd worn for her London walk with Bod, yesterday, and looked annoyed. "Man, if we don't get coffee here, either, I'm going back to Fandom and dressing like a dude, I swear to God."
[ooc: NFB and for the Irish hipster I kinda sorta lovingly modded just there.]