All characters belong to Marvel in some form or another. Laura's name was not stolen, that is the official name of X-23. So there.
"You know, a bunch of us are going to Prom anyway on Saturday. Are you sure you don't want to come?"
Rogue snorted. "What's the point of dancing if you can't touch anyone?" She turned back to her book.
Laura frowned from her vantage point on the stairs. Prom? Is this like holidays? She'd discovered Easter- even if she didn't quite understand what the point was- about a month ago. She'd been surprised to wake up to the smell of pastry being baked- and since it was recognizable pastry, that automatically ruled out Kitty as the chef. Not even her stomach of steel and healing factor could withstand Kitty's cooking.
Laura had slunk down the stairs behind Sam (the only one who wasn't at least nervous around her) on Easter Sunday a few weeks ago, and noticed several things right away. One: there were suspicious-looking colored eggs strategically located around the mansion. Two: as she folled Sam down the stairs, Kitty and Jubilee ran past yelling not about boys like they normally did, but about an 'Easter' and cake. And then when Sam realized she was almost right behind him and turned around, the same strange holiday glint she'd registered in the girls' eyes was in his.
"What's going on?" Laura asked him bluntly. Sam blinked.
"You don't know?"
"No. What's the deal?" she waved one potentially lethal tanned hand around. "There are little eggs everywhere."
"It's Easter," Sam shrugged. "You'll understand in a little bit."
Laura had been very confused until Sam, noticing her bafflement and deciding to intervene before she got frustrated and possibly violent, came and sat beside her and whispered details and explanations in her ear as the dinner and egg battle went on. It was still weird, and Laura didn't see what eggs had to do with it, but she hung around, watching. At first Kurt had the most eggs. Then Kitty did. Then Logan and Hank discovered she'd been phasing through furniture to reach eggs. And then Kurt started teleporting to difficult eggs, and all hell broke loose as mutant teenagers used their powers to amass bountiful piles of plastic eggs. Somehow Laura ended up on basket duty, guarding several baskets from sabotage.
Sam occasionally checked back on her to see how she was faring. Finally, it appeared that all the eggs had been found, and exhausted teenagers headed off to the rec room to start assessing their bounties and trading what they didn't want for what they did. Laura didn't join them. she wanted to make sure there weren't any eggs left. The only plausible location she hadn't checked yet was under the head of some mythological deity. Not many people knew it was hollow. She gently lifted the head and peeked under.
There was a roundish green shadow.
She hurriedly lifted the head the rest of the way off the table and set it on the ground. She studied the egg for a minute, then picked it up carefully. It was light, and something was inside of it. A thin line ran horizontally around the middle of the little green egg. Laura recalled how the others had opened theirs- just pulled the halves apart- and tried to open her own. It popped apart, and she saw three little Reese's lying together in one of the halves, as if that egg had been planted specially for her to find.