Scott was the first to raise his glass, which was no surprise. All of the Original Five followed. One by one, everyone lifted whatever the beverage they chose, in whatever vessel they could find. Storm a humble chipped cup. Logan, somehow, an honest-to-goodness stein. Remy and Rogue were brown bagging it while Forge and Beast handed out plastic cups, full of some drink.
Cyclops looked upon them all, with his ever-steady, even gaze. The words would've been said aloud, but they're mutants. They formed a circuit, all the psychics, and for a moment; all were one, once more.
"To Krakoa."