Monday's Child

"Monday's child is fair of face," Jean-Paul muttered as he surveyed the conference room filled with mutants.

"Hmm?" Hank looked up from the pad he'd covered with incomprehensible equations.

"Rien." Jean-Paul sighed, watching recent arrivals Scott, Bobby, and Alex greet friends and acquaintances, shaking hands and pounding backs. "Merely noting that the apparent connection between the X-gene and--shall we say--a certain level of attractiveness, remains in effect."

Hank blinked and looked around. "You are quite correct. I wonder if that..." His words trailed off as he scribbled further incomprehensibilities.

Jean-Paul sighed. "Eternal Mondays and not one for me."