Classified.
The usual Thursday evening meeting of the Institute staff had gone fairly well this week, that was until something so totally unexpected and disturbing happened that Xavier classified it top secret, burned the minutes of the meeting, and manipulated everyone's minds to make them believe that there had never been a staff meeting on Thursday evening. And this is why…
…'Alright.' Sighed Xavier 'I think we've established that Cannonball is so accident prone that even if I don't give him any of his allowance it will still take him 47 years to pay for all the damage he's caused.'
'I feel we'll have to overlook some of the damages Charles' Storm said 'It's hardly fair to deprive him of all allowance in the name of paying off damages incurred when it seems he doesn't have total control of his powers.'
'Agreed. He will have his allowance halved for the next five months to pay for the outside damages.' Xavier said. 'Next item?'
'I need some new conical flasks professor.' This, of course, was said by Beast. 'I cannot continue my research experiments without them.'
'I think we'd be better off without you research experiments Hank.' Logan complained. 'I can live with the explosions; at least they're over quickly. But the smells, they hang around for days.'
'My experiments do not explode. Very often.'
'Are conical flasks really essential for you work Hank?' Xavier asked before a shouting match could start.
'How do you keep breaking them anyway?' Wolverine asked since this was the third week in a row that the issue of conical flasks had come up.
'I'm learning to juggle with my feet.' Beast at least had the decency to look embarrassed.
'Very well,' Xavier said 'I will order some more conical flasks under the condition that no one tries to juggle with them, we have expresso cups for that. Any other business?' Xavier glared around the room to make it clear that no one was to have any other business on pain of pain. 'Since there is no other business…' He began a little too late.
'Actually Chuck, I have some other business.' Wolverine stated.
'And what would that business be?' Xavier's patience was coming to an abrupt end.
'Well I just wanted to warn you that I won't be able to terrorise the kids this weekend, I'm going away for a few days with my boyfriend, Sabertooth.'…
…And that is exactly how it happened. The Thursday meeting was forgotten and Charles Xavier was scarred for life.