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She'd always healed fast. This time was no exception. After several days of bedrest, Rogue was on her feet. Of course it did help that she had Logan's powers to speed up the process.
~
Rogue moved around the kitchen quickly, stirred a pot, sampled it, spiced it and resumed chopping onions, celery and green bell peppers with a knowing air. Cooking was her canvas and her ingredients her paintbrush so to speak. Kitty and Kurt were watching her amazed,
"She's been doing that since we came home from school."
"I never knew zat she knew vat a kitchen vas, let alone how to cook!"
Scott walked in on the scene, taking a bite out of an apple, "Hey guys, what's up?"
Kitty merely pointed at Rogue who was neatly dicing a half a pound of snapper.
Scott joined the group.
~
Rogue hadn't told anyone yet, she was going to tell Professor Xavier first but for now she wasn't letting anyone know. So after she had moved back into her room, she had waited until Kitty was asleep before trying her powers out. She had Kitty's power down to an art, and she found it to be very useful. Kurt's was a little more difficult and harder to practise because of the telltale smell of sulphur. She could use other powers as well, Jean's telekinetics, Bobby's ice, Ororo's weather control, Mr. McCoy's strength, Pietro's speed.
The list went on.
~
Rogue hummed snatches of a soft southern song, while peeling some crawfish tails. She turned to the spice cabinet and pulled some hot sauce out. She liberally added a drop or two then a few more.
By this time the group gathered around the kitchen door was incapable of intelligent speech. They had never known that Rogue could cook.
Ororo made her way through commenting, "Mmm.. is that you Hank? It smells delicious, may I....by the goddess!"
~
She figured that when her powers went on meltdown, they had evolved as well. Those powers were always there, they didn't come and go. She found she could use them now and then, and that her talent with them was growing. She was more worried about getting Scott's lasers and Logan's claws; powers that required control and monitoring.
~
Now that the gumbo was cooking Rogue set the table, started up some biscuits and gravy and generally prepared for the dinner meal.
Bobby called her attention to the crowd, "Hey, Rogue?"
She looked up and stared at the people who had followed the tantalizing aroma of good food to the kitchen, "Yeah?"
"Umm...this is for us, right?"
Rogue quirked her eyebrow, "Well, Ah know Ah eat alot but even Ah can't manage 24 servings of mah own gumbo."
She eyed the clock, before letting out a loud,
"SUPPER TIME, COME AND GET IT!!" which belyed her petite frame.
~
Already she had had several little surprises; she had woken up with six bone claws popping out of her knuckles, which were bleeding, and all of Logan's senses. It overwhelmed her for a little while before she had realized that she wasn't Logan. She had thanked the heavens that her powers required her to wear gloves.
~
If someone had been looking in the window to the newly rebuilt dining room, they would have been able to see a comfortable dinner take place. The whole mansion sat down to Rogue's masterpiece, and, after a moment of silent reflection during which they were able to say grace if they wished, they all began to eat voraciously.
"Rogue, I'd like to thank you for preparing an excellent dinner, it really is quite good."
"Thanks, Professor, just doin' somethin to help out, I guess."
"This is so good, Rogue. I never knew you could cook like this!" said Amara.
Ray winked at her, "And if *I* had known, I'd be looking up the legal marrying age in New York!"
Bobby glared over at him before pouting as he served himself another helping.
"Eye fink itche brely berly choood." Kurt said through a mouthful of homemade biscuits slathered in gravy.
"What?" Rogue asked?
"I zaid, I think its really really good, Rogue."
Rogue smiled.
Bobby interrupted, "Hey look! I made an invention!"
Kitty commented wrily to Ororo, Jean and Rogue, "And here I was thinking you needed a brain to do that."
Bobby glared at Kitty and showed off his 'invention', two biscuits holding a massive load of gumbo and gravy all in one. He took a bite and the gumbo promptly squirted all over his shirt.
"Let's just say it was patent pending."
Once they were done, Bobby and Ray 'volunteered' to take out the dishes while Rogue prepared the dessert. Actually, they had been fighting over the last biscuit which Kurt snatched while they were in a heated discussion about who deserved it, but Ororo thanked them for volunteering.
During the dinner, they were so caught up with the delicious gumbo and biscuits, that they failed to notice the aroma of pies in the oven.
Rogue returned once the dessert plates were set by the still argumentative duo, Ray and Bobby.
She carefully brought out a pecan pie while she had Jean summon her other blueberry one. She asked Scott to carry over some freshly made whipped cream before she started slicing the pies into neat pieces.
The pies went over just as well as the gumbo had, even better in actuality.
Logan mumbled through some pecan pie and whipped cream, "Where'd you learn to cook like this?"
Rogue just rolled her eyes and smiled, "Around."
Logan's question only served to fire Scott's buried curiosity, "And where'd you learn how to drive a snowmobile?"
Bobby also queried, "And a motorcycle?"
Ororo rescued Rogue, who looked uncomfortable with all the personal questions, "Why don't we all go inside and start washing up the dishes?
Rogue eyed Ororo gratefully as she helped clear the table.
~
Someone *had* seen the dining room, and had also seen some other things that interested him very much.
For example when Rogue discreetly phased her napkin through the table and onto her lap.
And when, after they all finished clearing up the dishes she went outside for a "walk" and she teleported to the top of the mansion.
He had watched her for a few moments, she had been practising Bobby's power and making ice sculptures.
Smirking, Pietro raced off, saying quietly, "I think my father might like to know about this!"
~
I know I know, you're thinking "ANOTHER FIC? ARE YOU CRAZY? FINISH THE ONES YOU HAVE!"
I will, I just had this idea that wouldn't go away!
Sorry, I'll try and punish my brain by updating more often.
Cross my heart and hope to die!
-Arynnl
She'd always healed fast. This time was no exception. After several days of bedrest, Rogue was on her feet. Of course it did help that she had Logan's powers to speed up the process.
~
Rogue moved around the kitchen quickly, stirred a pot, sampled it, spiced it and resumed chopping onions, celery and green bell peppers with a knowing air. Cooking was her canvas and her ingredients her paintbrush so to speak. Kitty and Kurt were watching her amazed,
"She's been doing that since we came home from school."
"I never knew zat she knew vat a kitchen vas, let alone how to cook!"
Scott walked in on the scene, taking a bite out of an apple, "Hey guys, what's up?"
Kitty merely pointed at Rogue who was neatly dicing a half a pound of snapper.
Scott joined the group.
~
Rogue hadn't told anyone yet, she was going to tell Professor Xavier first but for now she wasn't letting anyone know. So after she had moved back into her room, she had waited until Kitty was asleep before trying her powers out. She had Kitty's power down to an art, and she found it to be very useful. Kurt's was a little more difficult and harder to practise because of the telltale smell of sulphur. She could use other powers as well, Jean's telekinetics, Bobby's ice, Ororo's weather control, Mr. McCoy's strength, Pietro's speed.
The list went on.
~
Rogue hummed snatches of a soft southern song, while peeling some crawfish tails. She turned to the spice cabinet and pulled some hot sauce out. She liberally added a drop or two then a few more.
By this time the group gathered around the kitchen door was incapable of intelligent speech. They had never known that Rogue could cook.
Ororo made her way through commenting, "Mmm.. is that you Hank? It smells delicious, may I....by the goddess!"
~
She figured that when her powers went on meltdown, they had evolved as well. Those powers were always there, they didn't come and go. She found she could use them now and then, and that her talent with them was growing. She was more worried about getting Scott's lasers and Logan's claws; powers that required control and monitoring.
~
Now that the gumbo was cooking Rogue set the table, started up some biscuits and gravy and generally prepared for the dinner meal.
Bobby called her attention to the crowd, "Hey, Rogue?"
She looked up and stared at the people who had followed the tantalizing aroma of good food to the kitchen, "Yeah?"
"Umm...this is for us, right?"
Rogue quirked her eyebrow, "Well, Ah know Ah eat alot but even Ah can't manage 24 servings of mah own gumbo."
She eyed the clock, before letting out a loud,
"SUPPER TIME, COME AND GET IT!!" which belyed her petite frame.
~
Already she had had several little surprises; she had woken up with six bone claws popping out of her knuckles, which were bleeding, and all of Logan's senses. It overwhelmed her for a little while before she had realized that she wasn't Logan. She had thanked the heavens that her powers required her to wear gloves.
~
If someone had been looking in the window to the newly rebuilt dining room, they would have been able to see a comfortable dinner take place. The whole mansion sat down to Rogue's masterpiece, and, after a moment of silent reflection during which they were able to say grace if they wished, they all began to eat voraciously.
"Rogue, I'd like to thank you for preparing an excellent dinner, it really is quite good."
"Thanks, Professor, just doin' somethin to help out, I guess."
"This is so good, Rogue. I never knew you could cook like this!" said Amara.
Ray winked at her, "And if *I* had known, I'd be looking up the legal marrying age in New York!"
Bobby glared over at him before pouting as he served himself another helping.
"Eye fink itche brely berly choood." Kurt said through a mouthful of homemade biscuits slathered in gravy.
"What?" Rogue asked?
"I zaid, I think its really really good, Rogue."
Rogue smiled.
Bobby interrupted, "Hey look! I made an invention!"
Kitty commented wrily to Ororo, Jean and Rogue, "And here I was thinking you needed a brain to do that."
Bobby glared at Kitty and showed off his 'invention', two biscuits holding a massive load of gumbo and gravy all in one. He took a bite and the gumbo promptly squirted all over his shirt.
"Let's just say it was patent pending."
Once they were done, Bobby and Ray 'volunteered' to take out the dishes while Rogue prepared the dessert. Actually, they had been fighting over the last biscuit which Kurt snatched while they were in a heated discussion about who deserved it, but Ororo thanked them for volunteering.
During the dinner, they were so caught up with the delicious gumbo and biscuits, that they failed to notice the aroma of pies in the oven.
Rogue returned once the dessert plates were set by the still argumentative duo, Ray and Bobby.
She carefully brought out a pecan pie while she had Jean summon her other blueberry one. She asked Scott to carry over some freshly made whipped cream before she started slicing the pies into neat pieces.
The pies went over just as well as the gumbo had, even better in actuality.
Logan mumbled through some pecan pie and whipped cream, "Where'd you learn to cook like this?"
Rogue just rolled her eyes and smiled, "Around."
Logan's question only served to fire Scott's buried curiosity, "And where'd you learn how to drive a snowmobile?"
Bobby also queried, "And a motorcycle?"
Ororo rescued Rogue, who looked uncomfortable with all the personal questions, "Why don't we all go inside and start washing up the dishes?
Rogue eyed Ororo gratefully as she helped clear the table.
~
Someone *had* seen the dining room, and had also seen some other things that interested him very much.
For example when Rogue discreetly phased her napkin through the table and onto her lap.
And when, after they all finished clearing up the dishes she went outside for a "walk" and she teleported to the top of the mansion.
He had watched her for a few moments, she had been practising Bobby's power and making ice sculptures.
Smirking, Pietro raced off, saying quietly, "I think my father might like to know about this!"
~
I know I know, you're thinking "ANOTHER FIC? ARE YOU CRAZY? FINISH THE ONES YOU HAVE!"
I will, I just had this idea that wouldn't go away!
Sorry, I'll try and punish my brain by updating more often.
Cross my heart and hope to die!
-Arynnl