Hopefully everybody had gotten at least a little sleep the night before? Ignore the yawning going on behind the hand of your chaperone as Wilson stood down in the front lobby hair still slightly damp from a shower but annoyingly dressed in a three piece suit.
Counting off noses as they appeared, Wilson and Phale lead the kids over to the small cafe that was handwavey attached to the hotel. Ironically enough the cafe was called
The Pink Pony.
Once everyone had eaten they would then be heading to the UN for their tours.
[ooc: Please wait for The herd of OCDs are done! Enjoy your Saturday Morning in NYC!]
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