"Give me one piece of advice about getting a date," Jubilee demanded, plopping down at the X-team's kitchen table with her breakfast. "Come on, sharing is caring."
Buttering his toast, Gambit smirked. "Fine. Ditch the blue dish gloves, petite."
"You've got no room to talk," Jubilee mumbled through a mouthful of sugary cereal, eyeballing his fluorescent uniform. She swallowed. "My accessories are hot. In fact, I should add more."
Gambit paused to consider Jubilee's small stipend. "How?"
She grinned, eyes twinkling. "Ask to borrow Logan's credit card, then hit the mall!"
Gambit laughed, "Just tell him that sharing is caring."