Take one was ruined by Sean screaming about how bendy his fingers were.

"THEY'RE LIKE," he shouted before his tone turned reverent. "They're like… tubes of toothpaste." Smiling, he held his left hand up to the light, turning it slowly in awe before turning to the rest of the group. "Is anybody else hungry?"

Raven sighed. "He's high, isn't he?"

"As a kite," Charles said matter-of-factly.

"What was your first clue?" Alex grumbled as Sean, who had burst out laughing, buried his face in Hank's shoulder.

"Another take please, Moira?" Charles asked, turning his attention back to the camera. "And no, children, I made a promise - no mind-control on Mr. Cassidy." Erik smirked, unaccustomed to seeing Charles so disgruntled. "We'll just do our best to ignore his altered state until it goes away."

The reluctant photographer sighed. "No amount of CIA training prepared me for this," she muttered to herself before raising the camera.

On take two Angel's skimpy shirt plunged lower than any of them thought possible, leading to two different flashes occurring at the same time. Though no stranger to nudity, she froze, slack-jawed in embarrassment, leading Moira and Raven on a mad dash to find a jacket or blanket to cover her up. Charles and Erik looked away politely as the boys (save for Hank, who had been forced by Raven to remove his coat and lend it to Angel) doubled over laughing.

"Do we need…" Sean began, his face redder than his hair. "Do you need…"

"Do you need a moment to find a more suitable top, dear?" Charles finished, turning to Angel. Erik looked at her, too, raising one menacing eyebrow.

To her credit, Angel met both of their gazes. "Yes please."

Take three found Chewy gnawing on Darwin's forearm exoskeleton, a look of confusion and irritation playing on the young man's face.

"Bad Chewy! Bad dog," Alex chastised, not moving from his perch on the couch.

Moira swore in Scottish under her breath. "Why don't we try some without the dog?" she suggested, and despite Alex's protests, Hank obligingly took the puppy out to the courtyard.

Charles leaned across Erik's lap to look the younger mutant in the eyes. "Are you all right there, Darwin?"

Darwin readjusted his sweater sleeve. Already, Erik could see his acquired outer covering disappearing. "Just fine, Professor," Armando replied, giving Erik a knowing look.

It wasn't until the group was congratulating themselves on a job well-done after the fourth picture that Raven spoke up. "Hang on a second," she interrupted with a frown, "I think I blinked."

The rest of the team turned to look at her in horror. "I just…" She trailed off before quickly regaining confidence. "Can we take another one just in case?"

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Alex muttered into the hand he was hiding his face behind. Sean looked at Alex and bursts out laughing, causing Moira to cock her head and stare at him with concern.

"Are we sure pot is the only thing he's on?" Angel asked.

At the top of take five, Hank started sniffling like he was going to sneeze.

"One…" Moira began the countdown.

Armando turned to the man seated next to him. "Are you OK?" Hank nodded.

"Two…"

Hank sniffed again.

"Moira," Erik said, leaning forward, "could you please –"

"Three!"

"OW OW OW OW OW!" Hank jumped up, hopping like he'd just been burned. Erik stretched an arm across Charles's chest to keep him from standing up as well, though he could sense how much the professor would like to help. "HOLY CHRIST, MY FOOT, MY FOOT… gah!"

"I take it your foot cramped?" Armando asked as Hank ripped off his shoes and threw them into the kitchen.

"Hank," said Raven, coming away from the back of the couch to stop him from pacing. "Hank, look at me." The young man rubbed his flushed face with his hands before Raven pulled them away, bringing them gently to chest level. "I really think you should take the rest of the pictures barefoot. This picture should be us at our most natural, celebrating our mutations. Be who you're meant to be, Hank."

Hank turned to look warily at the rest of the mutants assembled on the couch.

Alex cocked an eyebrow at him. "Don't make her tell you twice, big dog."

Hank nodded silently before turning and finally sneezing into his sleeve.