Mim was... vexed.
She had been overeager and fucked up. Then met a group of modern witch hunters that she'd talked her way away from. But not without a brand. A small, and not unattractive in her eye, tattoo on her ankle. Any big magic she tried would set the thing off and warn them, so she was stuck with her minor charms and anything she'd already made. She was stuck acting normal and nice. It was suffocating. Mim was a creature of indulgence and this... this was just waiting. She'd started just keeping to the house and puttering around. Well apartment, her house was mostly wrecked from that botched spell. She'd invited a few people over to blow off steam with but even that got old after a while. Never thought she'd say that.
So instead she started to scheme and plan. Oh she did like doing that to be sure, but at a certain point all the plans in the world don't do anything if you don't start them. So those got old too. She was using her hand mirror a lot to watch different things around town, and Gretchen was some help. Little bird's feathers were finally almost all black again which she supposed as good for it. Though it just reminded Mim that she was stuck as some mundane nothing.
She needed to start DOING things again.
Not magic. Not real or important magic, though she had laid down a touch of ground work to imply that little Sarah had memories of spells and might want to learn more about them. Whatever, more than anything else she needed a night out.
Something low key though, if she hit the clubs she might get a bit.... well best to hit up somewhere else. Somewhere she wouldn't be tempted to curse half the place for a laugh. Honey and Ivy, that is a good place right? Well it better be because that was where Mim was going. She wrapped herself up from the cold and hit up the streets. Stepping into the place she was pleasantly surprised with it.
Mim sat herself down and glanced at a menu trying to decide what she wanted and glance for someone to talk to. She was a social creature... she needed interaction!