Gwen Stacy is in an actual dress. An actual, legit dress that she picked out herself because she liked it and not because some dumb mission required she wear it to blend in. She wore it because she thought it was pretty.

And her own usually wild hair, recently touched up at the salon in town, was in a nice braid that hung over one of her shoulder. This braid, however, was of interest to the kitten she adopted from the cat cafe before it vanished, and Miles was determined to get at it.

She was crouched down to play with the cat, balanced on the balls of her feet, and laughing a bit as Miles tried over and over to get the braid.

For the most part, he wasn't successful, but when Gwen heard Peter talking, she turned to look up and that was when Miles got his bitty claws into it, hanging from it with a confused look on his face like he didn't know what he was supposed to do now that he had it.

"Hey..ow...hang on," Gwen says, carefully removing the cat from her hair and setting him on the hammock of his cat tower.

"Hey, gorgeous," Gwen finally manages, heading to Peter with a grin. "You look nice."