Chapter 4: Different tastes

Jubilee sat at the kitchen table, sighing. "Sometimes I don't think it's worth it! What are we supposed to feed so many people?"

"I dunno shugah, the way ah see it is this…if we sets a buffet out, they're bound tah eat right?"

The room temperature drops, and Booby drake sticks his head in "Pizza! Everyone eats Pizza!"

Rogue throws the salt shaker at Bobby "You again? Aincha had enough of teasin us?"

"I ain't teasing you this time! I really mean order pizza. Everyone likes pizza, and beer, gotta have beer."

Jubilee glares at Bobby "We might as well host our wedding at Harry's if we do that. This is a wedding Bobby! A wedding doesn't serve pizza and beer!"

"Your just mad cause you didn't think of it!" Bobby screams over as his shoulder as he leaves.

"Yah know Jubilee, Bobby has a point. Ah know that alla Remy's family gonna want Creole and Gumbo, and all the Nawlins food! We can't put that much out!"

"I know Rogue, but pizza and beer? We not hosting Monday night football…"



Bobby walks into the game room, where Remy and Logan have hidden themselves "Good news gentlemen! Yours truly has done something wonderful!!"

"What now Ice cube? You teased the girls again?"

"No"

"Perhaps, mon frere, our young Bobby has actually gotten himself a date?"

"That hurts Remy. No, I just saved your sensitive palates!"

"You cooked?????? Augh!!!!" Logan and Remy run for the door.



"Remy? Whatcha doin in the kitchen shugah?"

"Remy is simply tryin to destroy whatever foul creation Bobby has cooked up! Remy dinks he should have payed more attention…if it was Bobby's turn to cook…"

"No shugah, it's Beast turn, and it's wonderful!"

"Truly? Then what was frere Bobby talking about?"

"Probably the wedding food" Jubilee pipes up

Gambit holds his hand at his mouth "Mon Diue! You didn't let him….*gasp*……cook for da wedding did you mon chere?"

"No, of course not! We decided to use his idea though. Pizza and beer it is."

Logan sticks his head in "Pizza and Beer? At a wedding?" He looks back at Bobby "You done good Drake"

Remy's lips tremble "Pizza…..beer….non!" Remy artfully collapses and sobs in his hands. "Non, non, non…"

Rogue sits next to him on the floor "Hush shugah! Yah think that's the only food there gonna be? We need yah to cook up your best for those of us with more…refined… tastes."

"You mean it chere? Remy can cook some decent food? And serve wine?"

"Ah don't know about serve, but cook…be our guest."

Gambit beams and stands up "And another reason I love you chere!"