"Remind me why Ah'm doing this?" Rogue asked sulkily from the passenger seat of Scott's car.
"Because the Professor thinks it would be nice if we all started to bond a little more with the new kids." Jean's eyes never left the road. It hadn't been easy for the Professor to get Rogue to agree to go on a bonding trip with one of the new kids. It had been even more challenging when she had found out Jean was going.
"Then remind me why we had ta' leave at five in th' mornin'.'" Jean smiled to herself.
"So we would get to the cabin before sun down."
"Then how come Rahne can sleep and Ah can't?"
"Because she's thirteen, and you're fifteen, and you'll be sixteen next month." She was trying to explain it as gently as she could to Rogue. 'Mental note to self, never wake Rogue up if she can't have caffeine.'
"How'd you know when mah birthday is?" Rogue was shocked. Not even Kitty knew when her birthday was, and Kitty was her roommate.
"You told us remember? When you first came to the institute, you told us when your birthday was, the name of your home town, and a few other things."
"Ah didn't think ya'd remember that. No one else did, why would you?" Rogue didn't like this, why, of all people, had Jean remembered?
"I wrote it down in my planner, just like I did with everyone else." Jean shot her a confused look. "Why wouldn't I remember your birthday? I know we never got along, but that's not an excuse."
"Ah didn't know ya cared."
"Well, I do." With that comment, the two girls lapsed into silence. Rogue looked in the rearview mirror and saw Rahne curled up in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, using her backpack as a pillow. Their stuff had fit into the trunk, but each of them had kept a bag in the back so they had something to do, when she and Jean weren't taking turns driving.
"How long are we gonna be at the cabin?" Rogue hated awkward silences, especially with Jean.
"A bit over a week, longer if we decide we want to." Jean pulled over to a local diner on the very outskirts of Bayville. After parking the car, Jean reached over the seat and gently rubbed Rahne's shoulder. "Rahne, sweetie, wake up, time for breakfast."
"Because the Professor thinks it would be nice if we all started to bond a little more with the new kids." Jean's eyes never left the road. It hadn't been easy for the Professor to get Rogue to agree to go on a bonding trip with one of the new kids. It had been even more challenging when she had found out Jean was going.
"Then remind me why we had ta' leave at five in th' mornin'.'" Jean smiled to herself.
"So we would get to the cabin before sun down."
"Then how come Rahne can sleep and Ah can't?"
"Because she's thirteen, and you're fifteen, and you'll be sixteen next month." She was trying to explain it as gently as she could to Rogue. 'Mental note to self, never wake Rogue up if she can't have caffeine.'
"How'd you know when mah birthday is?" Rogue was shocked. Not even Kitty knew when her birthday was, and Kitty was her roommate.
"You told us remember? When you first came to the institute, you told us when your birthday was, the name of your home town, and a few other things."
"Ah didn't think ya'd remember that. No one else did, why would you?" Rogue didn't like this, why, of all people, had Jean remembered?
"I wrote it down in my planner, just like I did with everyone else." Jean shot her a confused look. "Why wouldn't I remember your birthday? I know we never got along, but that's not an excuse."
"Ah didn't know ya cared."
"Well, I do." With that comment, the two girls lapsed into silence. Rogue looked in the rearview mirror and saw Rahne curled up in the back seat, wrapped in a blanket, using her backpack as a pillow. Their stuff had fit into the trunk, but each of them had kept a bag in the back so they had something to do, when she and Jean weren't taking turns driving.
"How long are we gonna be at the cabin?" Rogue hated awkward silences, especially with Jean.
"A bit over a week, longer if we decide we want to." Jean pulled over to a local diner on the very outskirts of Bayville. After parking the car, Jean reached over the seat and gently rubbed Rahne's shoulder. "Rahne, sweetie, wake up, time for breakfast."