Dinner was quiet tonight. Cyclops had taken a team to join with Alpha Flight, investigating some new phenomena with the Northern Lights. Kurt and Jean were sleeping, Wolverine was out wandering the grounds, and the professor had started a new project and was unavailable. It fell to Dr. McCoy to prepare something, and after serving Mystique, only Jubilee, Rogue, and Gambit were there to try his new effort.
"It's kinda…different, isn't it?" asked Jubilee, pretending great interest in the huge mess.
Rogue stretched her neck a little. "Thanks for helping, Hank…how was she?"
"I believe I impressed her with my culinary skills. She remained speechless." He cheerily peppered his food, then ate it.
Gambit coughed, to hide his laughter. "I bet she did. Bet she never had food like this before."
The chicken was okay, but the pasta reeked and the tomatoes were utter ick. Jubilee did her best to pick out the chicken bits, but gave it up after a few more minutes. "Uhm, I gotta go. I forgot I was meeting some friends in town later."
"Remember your curfew this time, honey," Rogue called after her. She tried some more of the stuff. It wasn't bad, especially if she didn't look at what she was eating.
Gambit was eating his meal steadily, with the help of some hot sauce he'd been adding.
"Might I inquire as to what your plans are for Mystique, should she recover?" Hank stretched his arms slowly and waited.
Rogue made a small, choked noise and Gambit put an arm around her. She tried to speak, but then turned to Gambit and hugged him tight, hiding her face against his chest. "Chere? Chere? I'm not a…rag doll, oui?"
