'Are you-busy,' Betsy asked Jean hesitantly.
Jean was awake, enjoying the warmth of Logan wrapped around her in bed. He breathed deeply, his breath sending a shiver over her neck, almost lulling her back to sleep. 'No, I'm not having sex with him right at this second, Betsy.'
'Good, come downstairs!'
'Give me a good reason why,' Jean sent with a smile.
'To talk about boys!'
'Good enough!'
Jean slipped out from under Logan's heavy arm, crawling slowly of the bed as he searched the blankets for her in his sleep. Muttering something that sounded like he wasn't very pleased, she threw on his t-shirt and padded downstairs.
'Coffee!'
"We can talk, you know," Betsy replied out loud.
'Tired, want coffee now!'
"Big baby," Betsy held out a cup already prepared as Jean liked it.
Jean hummed her happiness, sipping down half the caffienated liquid before speaking.
"Where's the food?"
"Demanding. Or does he bring that out in you," Betsy grinned innocently.
"Shut up," she grinned.
"How was the date?"
"We went for a walk," Jean sipped from the mug.
"Just a walk?"
"He held my hand," Jean squirmed with girlishness.
"Oh, and did he pin you and ask you to go steady?"
"He didn't pin me 'til we got back to his room," Jean stuck her tongue out at her friend.
"Dirty," Betsy laughed.
"Thank you. How's Warren?" "Passed out cold," Betsy grinned. "Poor guy. Never had a chance, did he," Jean laughed.

"He has yet to complain," Betsy flicked her hair back over her shoulder.

"What do you do to him-nevermind," Jean shook her head.

Warren wandered in, his blond hair looking for everything like he had been caught in a hurricane.

"Nice 'do," Jean smiled.

Warren only shuffled to the coffeepot, giving a sleepy smile as Betsy gently scratched a place between his shoulderblades.

'He looks like a big boy,' Betsy teased.

Jean grinned as Logan appeared behind her, seemingly still half-asleep as he wrapped an arm around her waist, burying his face in Jean's hair.

'He looks like a big man,' Jean teased back.

"Where's the food," Logan asked.

"The two of you, seriously," Betsy shook her head, contemplating what was in the fridge.

'He may look boyish, but he's a whole lot of man where it counts.'

"Betsy," Jean gasped, though her indignant tone didn't match the amused grin.

"If there's no food, let's go back to bed," Logan muttered into her neck.

"You go back to bed, I'll bring you food," Jean replied, laughing as he growled.

'Does he always do that?'

'So far, he does a lot of it in bed,' Jean sent with a happy grin, swatting at Logan's boxers-clad butt as he went back to his room.

'I never pictured Logan as a boxer shorts kinda guy,' Betsy mused.

'I bought them for him,' Jean replied, her thoughts colored with something intriguing.

'And why is that?'

' Oh, I may have run into him completely naked a few mornings ago.'

' YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?'

Jean winced at the mental yell.

"Girls, would you lay off the mental chatter, I'm kinda left out here," Warren broke into the silent conversation.

"Would you like to hear how Jean ran into a naked Logan, baby," Betsy smiled sweetly.

"Carry on in your cone of silence," he stuck his head into the fridge, deciding he'd make breakfast.

'Tell!'

'There's not much to tell. I was in the kitchen getting my coffee, and here he comes from outside-'

'Outside?!'

'Went for a swim.'

'Holy mother of God.'

'I know,' Jean stared off for a minute, recalling the moment.

'Yowza!'

'Outta my head, you!'

'Barely saw anything...damnit. What did you do?'

'I took a good, long look at him of course!'

'Naturally,' Betsy agreed.

"Breakfast," Warren announced.

"Gotta go," Jean smiled, making a plate for Logan.

Jean passed Bobby and Kitty on her way to Logan's room.

"Where are you going?"

"To wake Logan up."

"Hey, that's Logan's t-shirt-" Kitty commented, covering her mouth as she grinned.

"Yeah yeah, you just go get yourself some breakfast," Jean smiled.