Alex Summers woke up to the smell of burning food that morning. Must mean that it's Gabriel's turn to make breakfast. Great.

With a groan, Alex rolls out of bed and forces himself to get ready for the day. Shower, hair, get dressed, brush teeth, and admire self in the mirror. Yikes. Adjusting one's circadian rhythm to match that of the moon left you looking rough in the morning. That's okay though, Alex reassures himself. He shoots finger guns at his reflection. That's the Summers spirit… I guess.

Apparently a large number of the household was also awoken by Vulcan's terrible cooking.

"Yeesh, why did we let him handle meals again?" Alex asks aloud to no one in particular.

"Because-" his brother Scott answers, looking like hell, "we take turns around here."

Alex snorts, "Well maybe we should exclude Gabe from that."

Jean, who was at Scott's side, levitated the curlers out of her hair. "That's not very nice Alex, what if he hears y-" before the woman could finish, she gets cut off by her daughter's shrill yell from across the hall.

"NATE, YOU BETTER NOT USE ALL OF THE HOT WATER!"

"Rachel if you must, please use your 'inside' voice." Jean prompts telepathically.

"Sorry mom, but Nathan blocked me out again."

"SORRY RACH', MAYBE YOU SHOULD GET UP EARLIER!" comes Nathan's sudden comeback, followed by the sound of a slamming door.

Jean gives an exasperated sigh and looks at her husband in defeat.

Alex slowly whistles in mock astonishment, "And this is why I don't have any kids."

For a moment, Jean looks as if she was going to kill him but Scott holds her back. "C'mon Jean, we've got to salvage an edible amount of breakfast." Together the two depart with Alex following in suit.

"Ah, family you have awoken." Gabriel greets, speaking in the strange way that he does. It was a fairly new development and it almost made him sound like Thor.

The man lays out their plates of food at everyone's respective seating. "Come sit, breakfast is ready."

"Breakfast" consisted of charred bacon and overcooked pancakes and… something that seemed to be eggs but no one was too sure.

Alex poked at the burnt substances with his fork and hives Gabriel a questioning expression. "Why are you like this…?" he asks.

Gabriel returns the expression with one of ignorance. "Like what?"

Alex shrugs and motions towards the ruined food with grandeur. "Oh I don't know… why do you always burn the food when it's your turn to cook something?"

Gabriel chuckles a bit, "Why, it is the flame inside of me."

"Uh-hunh…" Alex narrows his eyes, "You always say that."

"I do."

Silence ensues.

"Well." Jean states. "We clearly cannot consume any of this, so how about we go down to Krakoa and have a nice edible breakfast with Charles."

The family murmur their compliance with the exception of Gabriel who wore a tight frown.

"Great." Jean smiles, "Meeting adjourned, the council has decided."

"But-" Gabriel attempts a protest but everyone collectively got up and abandoned his cooking. "Aw."

Alex drapes an arm over his brother's shoulder. "Chin up Gabe." he reassures, and when Gabriel cocks a brow, he elaborates. "No one's going to have a fit."

"I tried really hard on that." Gabriel whines, hurt by everyone's words. Though, whether or not that was true would have to be on him. Sometimes he just burnt food for the sake of it. Because he's Vulcan or some nonsense like that.

"Yeah well, between the two of us, I hope there's not a next time." Alex teases, giving Gabriel a playful shove. "C'mon, no time to waste. I'm famished."