Sausages
Author's note: I do not own them, nor do I profit from them. Marvel does awesome work. I just like playing around. :-P
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Jubilee had been heading to the kitchen for lunch, when noises from inside made her stop.
"Come on, Gumbo, I'm hungry here." It was Logan's voice.
"Jus' a second, homme, dey almost ready. Here, taste." 'I wonder what Gambit's cooking.' Jubilee thought, just about to enter to see if she could get a bite. She just loved his cooking.
"Mmm, I like yar sausage. Very spicy." 'Oh, my, god…' Jubilee froze.
"You tink so homme? I wasn't sure, ya just nipplin' on it."
"What, ya rather I swallow it whole, Gumbo?"
"I ya were stuffin' your face, homme, I wouldn't be worryin'."
"Fine…how was that?"
"Now I'm happy, homme. Tink you can do da again?"
"Only if I get more cream here, Gumbo."
Jubilee felt a tap on her shoulder. Holding back a squeak, she turned and spotted Scott. "If you don't mind…" He said, walking in.
"No, don't go in!" Jubilee cried out, closing her eyes and trying to grab him back.
"Sometin' wrong, petite?" Gambit asked.
Jubilee dared open her eyes. At the table sat Wolverine and Gambit, dressed, and eating a mean containing sausages. "Well, I just… I thought…" She stammered out, noting the smirk on Logan's and Remy's faces.
"Is something wrong Jubilee? Do you need help?" Scott asked, somewhat concerned. Shaking her head, Jubilee decided she'd eat later. She never noticed that Gambit wasn't wearing any pants.