Daphine grinned as Remy clapped a hand on her shoulder.
"Ah knew yo' coul' do i' petit" He whispered as John raised an eyebrow. "Wha' fire startre" Remy cast an accusing glance at the strange looking pyromaniac.
"Nothin' mate. It's just that this is the first sheila we've got." John answered and turned and walked out. Daphine surveyed the room, part of the place she could now call home. Magneto had blurred into the shadows and disapeared.
Piotr had walked outside, only pausing to look at her for a moment.
"Welcome small one" His measure english with an undercurrent of Russian also seemed to contain a great regret. Daphine stared at his retreating large back with a raised brow.
"Den ah guess, ah shoul' show yo' to yo' chambre (room) non" Remy asked. Daphine paused for a moment. Looking at Quicksilver who stuck his tongue out she nodded.
"Den follow moi" Gambit turned and walked out of the assembly room. Daphine followed obbediently. Now that worries didn't plague her, she examined the mansions surroundings. It was beautifully furnished. But upon closer inspection, imperfections ravished the items of furniture.
Burns ruined surfaces owed to a certain pyromaniac, scratches upon the curtains came from one errant kitty and lines of burnt rubber graced the polished wooden floors because of a resident speed demon. And of course was the slight holes in anything within reach of her own cajun cousin.
To the obsevent, this mansion would appear to be run by a load of children with a lot of matches, a knife and lots of spare shoes.
"Dis be yo' room. Away from de pyro non" Remy asked as he led Daphine into a barely furnished room near his own.
"Dat bien Remy. Ah don' like de aussie" She said and laughed as Gambit looked startled. "I' ennuyeux, min' if ah make i' interesting" She asked, surveying the room with a critical eye.
"Don' blow anyting up petite. De boss can always throw yo' ou' if yo' break tings" Gambit placed a cautionary hand on Daphine as she shruged him off.
"Ah kno' wha ah doin'" Daphine said determined.
"Dat wha' worry Remy" Gambit muttered under his breath as Diamond placed her gaze on the traditional four post bed.
She placed an outstretched hand on one post. The wood slowly began to change, it's surface taking on a smooth silver exterior. It suddenly grew cold and Daphine stepped back. The bed now was made out of a perfect diamond.
"Now fo' de floo'" Diamond crouched, the wooden floor began to change as the bed did. Instead of a silver it began to become a shade of rosy diamond. Finished Daphine stepped back satisfied. Only the walls remained untouched, Daphine liked the pale shade of cream that they were painted. She walked over to the wardrobe and concentrated, it turned into a similar rosy shade as the floor. Progressing to change the bed side table and the small cabinet.
Finished she stepped back as Gambit gasped. "Dis tres belle Daphine." He stood awe struck as Daphine dusted her hands and looked once again at the wardrobe.
"Ah need some new clothe Remy" She said as Gambit rolled his eyes.
"In de matin chere. Remy is fatigue (tired) from all de excitement" Gambit walked out as Daphine smiled. It was all part of the plan.