"Scott, what in the world are you doing?" asks a bewildered Jean as her husband stood in the entryway of the kitchen with a ridiculous getup. He wore his normal costume with an apron over it that bore the words, "Kiss the X-Man" with the signature symbol "X" of the X-Men.

His gloved hands were caked with flour, and a bit even got onto his nose. And despite it all, Scott wore a stoic expression. "What exactly do you mean dear?" he asks in return.

"I mean, why exactly am I getting kicked out of the kitchen. I thought I was making dinner?" Jean clarifies, folding her arms over her chest. "You know how I feel about people in my kitchen."

Scott sighed and hung his head low. "Gambit never fully recovered."

"Right." Jean wiped the bit of flour from her husband's nose. "So what's going on in there?"

Just as she asks the question, a metal plate clatters onto the floor followed by Alex shouting the words "sorry!"

"Scott."

"It's alright Jean." Scott reassured, putting a hand on her shoulder. He soon realized that he left a flour handprint on her costume and quickly retracted it. "Listen, Alex and I had this thing about opening a pizza parlor- don't look at me like that- and we decided we were going to make pizza tonight. With Gabriel."

Jean's jaw dropped. "Gabe's in there?! Scott, we just fixed the kitchen from last week's fire incident!"

"Like I said," Scott states firmly, "everything is under control."

"Scott I think I got garlic powder in my eyes." comes Alex's voice once more, causing Scott to flinch. Oops.

Jean placed a hand on her hip and raised a brow. "Does that sound like it's under control?" she questions, trying to peer around him. "Look, do you even know how to cook, Scott? Because when no one else is around to cook for you, all you eat is soup and cereal."

Scott returns the remark with an offended expression while holding a hand over his chest. "I happen to like soup and cereal," he declares.

At that moment, Alex pokes his head around to back Scott up, eyes squinting from the garlic powder. "Have you seen this guy eat soup? He inhales it like it's fucking water."

Jean rolled her eyes. "I'm married to him, so unfortunately yes, I've seen him inhale soup. But that's besides the point." She shakes her head and shoves past her husband and Alex to get a glimpse of the madness for herself.

And the sight of the kitchen… was certainly one to behold. On one side you have where Scott was working. Neat, organized, very Scott-like. On the other, you have Alex. Messy, unrefined, very Alex-like. Then you have Gabriel, who was playing with fire. He manipulated the fire's energy between his fingers, not noticing that Jean had entered the kitchen until after a long stretch of silence.

"Oh-" Gabriel returned the fire to it's rightful place and held his hands behind his back, "hullo fiery one. Er, how long have you been standing there?"

Jean sighed once more and used her telekinesis to restore the kitchen back into order. "Alright you boys, out of the kitchen."

"But Jean-" Scott protests.

Jean whipped around and jabbed a finger at the exit, her eyes glowing with Omega-Level power. "Out." she growled and all three men listened.

"Well boys, looks like we're never opening that pizza parlor." Alex remarks. He stood between Scott and Gabe, resting his elbows on their shoulders.

Jean brings a damp towel over to gently clean at Alex's eyes. Of course, he doesn't take being babied lightly and just does it himself.

"Not at this rate you're not. You can't even handle the kitchen, let alone find free time to own a restaurant while simultaneously going on missions." Jean retorts. At this point she had turned off the oven and everything was cleaned.

"That's what I said." Gabriel comments snidely, lifting his chin up. This caused Alex to jab at his brother's ribs in an annoyed fashion. "Well no one asked you now did they?"

Gabriel rubbed at his side and stayed silent.

"See that?" Jean crossed her arms and leaned back on the counter. "You can't even work together either."

"To be fair honey, you don't work well with others in the kitchen either." Scott points out, earning himself a glare. He then quickly shut his mouth and let Jean continue.

"What I'm saying is, is that you have no coordination. While Scott's over there doing one thing, Alex is over there doing the same but the completely wrong way."

"Hey!"

"Not to mention Gabriel not contributing at all." Jean adds.

Gabriel blinks, having heard his name. "What? Oh, hey!"

In actuality, he wasn't paying attention.

"And you Scott," Jean turned to uom with a raised brow. "Isn't leading your strong suit? Why don't you apply it to this? It'll at least keep my kitchen clean."

"Jean." Scott starts, wholeheartedly. "You know exactly what it's like working with these two on the same team. It's hit or miss."

The two turn to look at Scott as Alex took his arm off of him. "Wow…" Alex mumbles. "That hurts man."

"I am thoroughly offended." Gabriel tacked on, placing a hand on his hip.

For a few moments of silence they- or at least Alex- pretends to stay mad at Scott until Alex bursts out laughing. He wheezes nearly doubling over, "Sorry… is this really a conversation we're having right now whole Slim's wearing that ridiculous apron?"

Scott gives him a confused look. "You gave me this!"

This made Alex laugh even harder. "I saw it and thought of you because it's stupid!"

"You told me it was going to be our uniform! Gabriel, are you hearing this?" Scott turned to his younger brother who made an attempt to hold his laughter. He slowly nodded and shifted his gaze to the ground. "Mhm."

Alex snorts, "Heh, he should know because he was there."

"Unbelievable. Jean's right, I gotta get out of here." Scott unties the apron for himself and balls it up.

Alex practically choked on his laughter, clinging onto Gabriel's side. "Scott please- I can't breathe…" He goes into a coughing fit. "Kek, please come back… I can't- you're killing me!"

Gradually, Gabriel joined in on the joking. "Heh… heh, peace brother, it was only the prank!"

Unamused, Jean rolled her eyes and brought Scott back into the fray. "It's alright Scott." she says. "Just start over. You and the boys can start making dinner again, but this time I'll help, okay?" She offered him an encouraging smile that he couldn't say no to.

"Alright…" Scott pressed the balled up apron into Alex's chest, implying that he'd be the one wearing it this time. "Let's try Summers Brothers Pizza Parlor again… this time with a Mrs. Summers."