Jean yawned as she padded down the stairs, the large windows of the mansion letting in the gray tint of early morning. She pushed through the swinging kitchen door, just tying the knot on her sweatpants when she looked up at the sound of voices.
"Morning Jean," Betsy smiled, her hair perfectly in place and...makeup at this hour?
Her eyes slid over to Logan, who leaned against the kitchen counter, smirking over his coffee mug at what must look like a disheveled mess in comparison to the walking Victoria's Secret sleepwear catalog model at the table. Jean tugged at the hem of her tank top, resisting the urge to fuss with her hair.
"Jean."
"Morning guys," she muttered, hoping that she didn't have morning breath as she stepped up next to Logan, who seemed to be guarding the coffee pot.
Luckily, Bobby arrived, sweaty from an early morning run so Jean and Betsy could exchange silent expressions that even they didn't need their telepathy to drive home the point. Except, Betsy could not help herself.
So...nice hairdo.
Thank you, ever so much for the tip off that I look like Gracie Hart, Jean swiped at the sleep in her eyes.
You just look...well slept?
Nothing like you, I've never seen that nightie before, Jean doctored her coffee just how she liked it.
You like, Betsy stretched and smoothed her hair back, shamelessly posing.
You look like a tart, Jean used the reflection of the microwave above the stove to check her reflection.
Just what I was going for!
Jean rolled her eyes, turning to see that Logan and Bobby were looking at her.
"Yes?"
"Logan here was just wondering why you buy your pajamas in the men's section," Bobby replied, Logan smirking that already infuriating way she conveniently forgot about until that very moment.
"Not everyone can be Peignoir Barbie first thing in the morning," Jean explained, knowing somehow she walked into a Bobby-trap.
"Ovbiously," Bobby made a disparaging look, only fueled by Jean's embarrassment that she was not presentable.
"Nobody got up this early until Logan came back, wonder why that is," Jean walked from the room, making a face at Betsy.
"Now I know why," Bobby followed too closely behind Jean, and got a telekinetic slap, courtesy of the swinging door.
Jean sighed as she climbed the stairs, there was no way to win.