11259/Cooking up Mischief

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Cooking up Mischief
Date of Scene: 27 March 2020
Location: Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Kitty and company chatter in the kitchen
Cast of Characters: Shadowcat, Dragonfly (Armenteros), Gambit, Nightingale




Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty Pride. Not quite somebody you'd expect in a kitchen, but here she is slicing up (kosher) meat for food for herself. Sandwiches to be exact, see, the kitchen is empty so why not? Or at least...it was five minutes ago

Kitty's had an eventful day, phase sleepwalking and then coming back here, training, and finaly, now, unwinding with food. There's a pan on the stove, there's boiling water in it. Kitty's not touching it. She's fine with sandwiches. Though the idea of soup does appeal to her. Now if only she wouldn't burn down the mansion making it...

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
School at Xavier's is relatively simple, as far as schooling goes. Sure, there are lots of subjects, tests, quizzes, book reports and the like, but interspersed with that, for a few students, is training in using their abilities. You might have a morning of Math, Physics, and English and then an afternoon on dodging punches, combat tactics, and survival. All in all, it's an extremely well-rounded curriculum.

Freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, Gwendolyn makes her way down from the women's dormitories to the kitchen to find herself something to eat, pausing at the doorway at the sound of cooking. She adjusts her visor to make sure everything's settled properly and then steps in, surprised to see one of the student counselors slaving away over a hot...sandwich? She blinks - a reaction hidden by the visor. "Hey there, Kitty." Gwendolyn surely knows the woman by now. "I've never heard of boiled sandwiches before..."

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks up to find Gwen here. She nods and waves. "Hey Gwen, what's up?" she asks with a nod. Tying her hair back, Kitty inspects her creation, and smiles.

Oh she knows Gwendolyn by now, yes. As one of the student counselors Kitty rarely gets that much downtime. But she has a bit of it now, so....so, why not take advantage of it? Kitty's dressed in her casual gear. Jeans, t-shirt, knit hat on, and her jewelry on display, too.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Just finishing the day out." Gwendolyn responds with a smile. Her usual backpack is missing, her shoulders bare from her off-the-shoulder top. She's gotten more used to her body as the time has passed here at Xavier's, with more students seeing her despite her mutation, not in spite. It's comforting, in a way, to be accepted for who you are so Gwendolyn has started to embrace it.

The counseling sessions help too.

"So now I'm here for food. I swear..." She opens the refrigerator, peering in critically. "Gal like you would have starved to death back in N'awlins. No crab, shrimp, oysters, boudain, rillons..." Gwendolyn looks over. "May see if'n I can make you a chicken po'boy or sometin."

Shadowcat has posed:
Gwen gets a sigh. "I get by" she says looking amused. "All that seafood, makes you smarter" Kitty says and digs out a cereal bowl too. Spoon, milk? Check. And check. "So what's the big deal about N'Awlins? I mean, seafood, and jazz. I get it" Kitty says skeptically.

"You forget I can just stick my hand in a fridge and know what's in there" Kity says with a nod. "But if you want to make me something go for it. Long as it's kosher that is"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"You lose some of the magic, unless you can see through your hand." That's not withstanding the first time Gwendolyn caught Kitty examining the inside of the fridge with her head stuck inside. It did cause a bit of commotion, but it finally calmed down enough for her to realize the other woman wasn't trapped inside due to some transporter mishap. "And as far as N'awlins...it's a lifestyle. It's the only place in the world that's like that. Mostly adult entertaiment, sure...lots of drinking and partying and stuff...but the culture is something that you won't get anywhere else."

Emerging from the fridge, Gwendolyn starts laying out her bounty - a pair of chicken breasts mostly. These are laid between two sheets of plastic wrap and smashed flat before being dusted with cornflour, cornmeal, and tossed into a pan of butter to start cooking through.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty looks pleased and over curiously, just watching Gwendolyn. "Ah, so" she listens. "So, you can cook?" she asks watching her more before she digs into cereal.

"It's a lifestyle?" she asks between spoonfuls of cereal. "So you're saying N'Awlins is a fantastic city? Better than New York?" she adds, spoon clattering into the bowl as she adds sugar, a little more milk, and is still watching Gwendolyn.

"So what?" she asks curiously. "Are you making, family recipe?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Chicken smashed flat and added to the pan, Gwendolyn adds a few sprinkles of garlic powder, salt, and black pepper before it's turned over with some tongs, the side that was face down a nice golden brown. "I cook." She says with a measure of finality, clicking her tongs to underscore that, yes, she can, leaving the chicken to finish while she gets a few other things. Simple things like sub rolls, thousand island dressing, tomatoes, and onions. These are prepared with quick cuts from a chef's knife, thin slivers of onion added to the roll cut in half, the top half slathered with the dressing. It's a hell of a sandwich and the smell of cooking chicken is, well, amazing.

"I never said that." Gwendolyn grins. "It's definitely a culture, and it's a great place to be. New York has a lot more stuff, but N'Awlin's is slower. I'm sure Remy could tell you all about it, if you could pin him down and get him to spill some secrets."

She glances over at the clatter of spoon against bowl. "Making chicken po'boys for you to try. Might want to hold off on the second bowl of cereal."

Shadowcat has posed:
"Don't give me ideas. I'm itching to phase into where he is and get himm to talk" Kitty says and nods watching, very intrigued. "See, you need to teach me this at times" Kitty nods. "I'm not even done with my first bowl yet. WHo said I'm going for two bowls huh?" she wonders aloud with a grin. Oh, she rremembers that. The panic, and Gwe didn't know. Now she does, as Kitty sets the bowl back from her hands, and looks around. "You need me to grab you anything, just tell me" she offfers. Kitty's trying. She's trying to be helpful.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Plates." Gwendolyn moves back over to the pan on the stove, the pot of boiling water moved aside because there's really no reason for that to be there and uses a towel to wipe the top with one hand, the other moving her pan and chicken to an unused burner while she cleans. And once that's done, the tongs come into play again, the chicken coming up and out to drip, a cooling rack placed over the pan to catch any drips while the now crispy chicken rests and cools down to less than volcanic. "And something to drink, if you're thirsty. I'd suggest the bottles of Coke on the bottom shelf behind the Grape Juice. Pure sugar Mexican cokes, to be exact." Nothing beats them.

The sandwiches are starting to come together, now. The chicken is put on the bottom of the sub roll along with a slather of thousand island before lettuce, onion, and tomato are layered on top. Gwendolyn works quickly and with the self-assuruedness of someone who's been in the kitchen a long time. And this is a huge sandwich, too, so it's obviously meant to be cut in half and shared. "Voila." She dusts her hands off. "Chicken po'boy. Can be changed quickly to somethin' like chicken parm sandwich if you add maranara and mozarella cheese...lots of things to make it even more unhealthy." Yes, add bacon is one, but that's kind of cruel to someone who's trying to keep kosher.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty watches, grabbing plates, and inspects the sandwich...no...the giant meal. "So. This and acoke?" she asks looking amused. "What, do I phase my hand through it, tear out the chicken and eat it? And yes. I'm trying to stay kosher, thank you very much" she adds, eyes twinkling with amusement even if her voice is serious.

Kitty pulls out a bigger plate. "I think this is what we need" she says withh a look and busts out giggling. "You trying to fatten me up, then? You know I'll just work it off, right?" she queries with a raised eyebrow.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"It's all kosher." Gwendolyn says with a grin. "It's why I used butter, chicken...I mean, chicken's kosher, right?" She looks at the sandwich, then to Kitty. "I don't deal with judaisim much since getting up here. I mean...you're kind of the first person who's jewish I really have ever met."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau steps in and heads for the fridge, mile amusement on his face. "When she firs' came back ta de school chere, Ah offered ta make 'er breakfast. Made 'er 'am /and/ bacon/. Yah can' screw it up worse den dat." He says amused taking out a soda from the fridge, tearing off the label that reads "Scott Summers" and tossing it into the trash before opening it.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty turns and eyes Remy. "Yeah you tried to pull that. I'm bringing you to the synagogue next time so you can learn. Unless you want to pick up a book and read" she says....though her voice issn't full of all the malice anyone would expect. "Just remember I can get into your hidey holes Remy and we're even" she says. If Remy is pissing off Scott Summers....well....Kitty looks to the beer. Looks to Remy and Gwendolyn, back to the beer, and back to the two others. It's as if she's asking either if this is a bad idea. Or, if she'll be brave, stupid, daring or...insert word here, to try messing with Logan.

Her hand snakes past the beer, and phases down to the Mexican cokes, pulling one out.

"What? Did you think I was going to really anger our resident Mr. Claws?" she asks with a smirk. "I'm not sure I'd get a chance to phase before I'm slashed to tiny bits. Besides" she says to Gwendolyn. "I'm in the same boat. Don't know that many other Jewish people really. But thank you for thinking about that with cooking about the kosher issue"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
The beer is in there - everyone knows it - but pretty much everyone avoids it for their own reason. Gwendolyn avoids it because the last time she drank at the grand old age of thirteen with her first beer she ended up getting sicker than a dog and her mom woke her up bright and early sunday morning and made her go to Sunday mass - the long one - without the blessing of tylenol and made her sit by the organ. It was miserable and that made her really avoid alcohol for the foreseeable future. Besides....Old Miller? It'll do in a pinch but really. If she knew better, she'd need to talk to Logan about his choice in beer.

"We thought about it at Thanksgiving and Friendsmas." she pipes up. "Shannon an' me, all our cooking, we made sure that there was always a 'Kitty Friendly' option. It's totally cool, following a religion with restrictions, as long as you don't expect me to follow those restrictions. Your rights end where mine begin." She slices the giant sandwich in thirds and slides a plate across the counter, grabbing a third plate from the cabinet and making Remi one for himself. A third of a giant po'boy is still more managable than a half, and if Remy doesn't eat it? Hey, lunch for tomorrow.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau says, "Ah know a Jewish chef in Queens who makes Matzaballs wrapped in bacon, dat's all Ah'm saying." He says amused, raising an eyebrow to Kitty and adding, "Ah like ta live dangerously chere, not suicidally." He says with an amused smile, taking the Po'boy and grinning a bit. "If yah trying ta butter up de teacher chere, It's working." He says with an amused smirk. "Ain' seen yah in a few days chere, everyt'ing been okay?" he asks Kitty."

Shadowcat has posed:
"You mean beside sleep phasing and ending up in Flatbush and needing to deal with a few things that came from that? Nah I'm good" Kitty says and just stares at Remi. "I swear if you bring me any of those, I will not be happy" she says and starts on the po boy. There's just enough threat to her words, or so she hopes. "See, I appreciate that" she nods to Gwendolyn. "You're thinking of me. I won't make you eat Jewish food unless you want to. Though I heard somewhere bagels" she points out, setting the third on the plate. "Are Jewish. Good bagel, coffee, can't beat it" she nods with a nod. Grabbing the plate she runs for the door and phases through it. Because that's how to leave a room in style. Just hoping she doesn't end up sleep phasing again...

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Never tried baking bagels myself." Gwendolyn hops up on the counter, crossing her feet at the ankles, tucking into her po-boy with two good bites. Girl can eat, that's for certain. "Something I might try. Should be easy, all things considered, but from what I hear you need water from New York to make them right proper and all." She gives a one-shoudlered shrug, ignoring the sparks flying between Remy and Kitty over bacon-wrapped motza balls, nodding to the brown-haired woman as she runs off. "See you for our meetin' later, Kitty!" She calls out after the woman.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a little, grinning impishly but playfully. "Ah'd nevah do such a t'ing chere. Ah'll jus' say dis, If God really not mean foh us ta eat pork, why woul' 'e make it taste so good? hmm?" he asks with a grin, downing his soda and taking another huge bite of sandwhich.

Shadowcat has posed:
Kitty comes back in via the door this time. "I heard you outside the door. That's just mean" she scolds Remy. Yeah sparks are flying. Kitty's too upbeat to noticce. "Do I need to sit you down in my office for a talk?" she adds and grins. Can't help it, really. Kitty's just cheerful, but she does dare to snag a drink. A cream soda and grins, looking to Remy. "So if you're gonna be handling meatballs then....I....I'll be going now" she says, sidestepping the innuendo before it starts. "You know where to find me, folks" she adds and looks from Remy to Gwen then looks to the door...that's still open.

Nightingale has posed:
     With one cook outgoing, there was one more incoming. It had been too long since a tell-tale aroma of ooey, gooey, cheesy goodness had been detected wafting through the halls of the school. That problem was about to be remedied, as Shannon makes her way into the kitchen, in her jeans, white t-shirt, and her chili pepper print apron. She grins and nods to Gwendolyn and Remy, wondering perhaps if any cooking was needed or wanted on her part after all. "Hey you two! How's it going?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
As a response, Gwendolyn holds up her half-eaten chicken po'boy and takes another bite, chasing it with a coke as Kitty escapes to do whatever it is counselors do when counseling isn't a thing. Sleepwalking, apparently, is a thing to worry about. "I would have suggested a leash or somethin', to keep her in bed. s'what my mom used on my little brother when he went sleep wandering back b'fore I came here." She takes another bite, giving Shannon a wave. "Carb assault incoming, I take it, Shannon?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau doesn't say anything at first, because he has a mouthful of Po' Boy. He washes it down with one of Scott's Orange Cream soda's and smirks a bit, "'Tween de two of yah, yah gonna make dis poo' Cajun boy fatter den Frank Dukes.."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon grins from ear to ear, and just chuckles lightly. "Bah. The way all of us train, I don't see that being a problem. Please tell me there's a po'boy left? Gwendolyn turns those into a culinary art form!" Meantime, the winged one is bustling about the kitchen, gathering the ingredients for mac 'n cheese--pasta, butter, flour, milk, and oh yes, a liberal amount of colby jack cheese. "It's not /all/ carbs anyways, you know. There's a hefty amount of protein and calcium, too!"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"YOu're sayin' that like it's a bad thing." Gwendolyn counters. "Guess I'm lucky, though. I've got a fairly decent metabolism going, and thanks to all the training going on, I'm watching the pounds just melt away. I mean, I've got hips for the first time in as long as I can remember!" That's a playful boast, despite all of Shannon's carb loading that goes on. "I think there's some left. Kitty just took half of hers so..." Gwendolyn gestures to the plate. "Help yourself."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs, "Ah've nevah 'ad to diet in mah life. Henri say it cause de way mah power works... energy ta blow up cards gotta come from somewhere. Dat somewhere is moi." He takes another big bite and adds "T'ink mah max load about 6000 calories."

Nightingale has posed:
     "In which case, we're both doing you a favor there, Remy." Shannon giggles and fairly swoops down on that remaining half of a po'boy with the ravenous appetite of a starved pirahna. The sandwich disappears just about as quickly, too. Just what had the girl been up to? "Kind of sounds a little like me with healing. After I heal someone, my body's got to make up the energy from somewhere. Thing is with mine, though, I tend to need specific kinds of things depending on what kind of injury I took care of."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn looks at Remi, looks at Shannon, looks at the kitchen proper and smiles. "Hell, 6000 Calories? We could hit that before breakfast, if you wanted to give it a shot. Yeah, your heart would probably collapse from all the fat and calories we threw in but what a way to go, huh?" Gwendolyn giggles and slides her plate into the sink, finishing her sandwich with two big bites. "That said, imagine the force you'd be able to put into a card after a cajun feast? Destroyin' folk with the power of Creole."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs a bit, "It don' quite work dat way." He says with a chuckle, "Dare only so much energy yah can put inta an object ta blow it up... It like a bucket... when de bucket full, anyt'ing else yah try to put in is spillage." He shrugs a bit. "But ot'er t'ings can take dat sort of charge... Ah once charged a Snickers bar... nearly leveled a building."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Whew. Now that's chocolate with a kick!" Shannon whistles low, turning to prepare the cheese sauce for the mac. She's actually /humming/, and... is she starting to /dance/ at the stove? "That's one single charge on one object, and one target. Have you ever tried testing yourself to see how many objects you could successfully charge and send on their way? Kind of like machine-gun style?" Meantime, she eyes Gwendolyn, and chuckles. "We'll have to do a lot of cooking for tests like that."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Out of anyone in the schoo, Shannon surely is the one who knows what's up as far as Gwendolyn and Cooking goes. "One of these days, you an' me, we need to sit down and you tell me all about how you got through learnin' that sort of trick."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit. "If Ah'm goin' foh quality ovah quanitiy? Six playing cards is as much as I can get going without spillage.." He takes another bite when his cell phone chimes. "LeBeau. What 'appened? Est-ce qu'il va bien? D'accord d'accord. Ne le bouge pas, je suis en route. Dites 'a ses parents que je m'en occuperai. Merci, Marcus." He puts his phone in his pocket. "Ah gotta go, Save me some of dat." He says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, already heading for the garage.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon frowns deeply as she listens, one or two of the words lost on her, but the gist is not. "Be safe," she offers, only nodding in response. This could not be at all good.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"I'll do one right proper for ya. HAlf and half, oysters and shrimp. Just let me know when you're 'round and I'll whip one up." One of the advantages of being in a school like this is that you can get lots of cool things easily thanks to people that can breathe underwater and stuff.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Well, frak. Guess that means more mac 'n cheese for us!" Shannon does sigh a little bit, glancing back out the door where Remy's made a very abrupt departure. "Really hope everything's okay. I don't like seeing friends and family upset like that...."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
     Shannon using the word Frak gets a giggle from Gwendolyn, knowing that the angelic-looking girl has a mouth when she's not careful. "Yeah." She agrees, starting to clean up her mess from cooking the po'boys while Shannon starts her own making the Mac and Cheese. Better to keep the chaos slightly less chaotic in the kitchen, she's learned. "Wonder who Marcus is..." She trails off, starting to wash her pan.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shrugs, as she sets a pot of water to boiling, and drops the macaroni in. "No idea. I've never known anyone by that name. Well, not really... the closest I got was the summer I got a hold of an old Latin textbook and tried to teach myself some of the language. Marcus was a name that was used a lot." Her smile does begin to return as she gets to cooking, the angelic-looking girl actually taking a little bit of time to relax for once. "So, what have you been up to lately? We haven't gotten much of a chance to catch up recently." There's a bit of a pause, and then... "The feather I gave you a few months back. Did you ever get a chance to 'read' the memory I imprinted on it?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn stops and leans against the sink, soap dripping off her hands. She's not using gloves - one of the side effects of her mutation is the lack of dishpan hands while she washes so, in all honesty, it could be a lot worse. She nods with a smile, looking over. "Yeah, I did. It was a nice talk, you and the Captain had. He said so little, but said so much with those few words. It's no wonder people followed him into the teeth of war."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles, stirring the butter and flour together into a roux for the sauce. "With everything that was going on when I gave you that feather, those seemed like things you needed to hear, too. That talk has literally saved my life more than once since." A nod of understanding is given as she listens to Gwendolyn, and a smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "Beyond that, though, he reached out when he didn't have to. Sure, we're going to run into trouble, but it didn't take any fighting at all to make a difference that time. Just once, wish I could make a difference like that, even if to just one person. Be as good a friend to them as he is to me, ya know?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Gwendolyn dries her hands off with a floral-print dish towel and walks over to stand next to the winged girl, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You know you will. It just takes a moment. A second. A time when you don't even realize you're acting until it's already done for twenty minutes. You'll get that moment. Everyone does. The trick is recognizing it when it happens."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods slowly, and cracks something of a smile. "Sometimes, it's just as simple as saying 'hello', and not giving a damn who the other person is. Just... taking them at face value, as they are in the moment."

Unfortunately, the talk is a bit of a distraction, and there is a very unappealing burnt smell coming from the little saucepan. "MERDE!" The saucepan is flung into the sink, and a string of colorful metaphors in varied languages fills the air. "Gaah... burnt the bloomin' roux!"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"If you've ever made a roux, you've burned a roux. S'what my grandmama used to say to me. That smell..." GWendolyn takes a deep, deep breath. "man that msell brings me back to the kitchen, sitting on linoleum with bare feet, watchin' cooking going on, gran'ma with a beer, a cigarette, and the best food you ever could even think of." Yes, even the insect-eyed girls has flowery memories of growing up. "C'mon...you're making bechamel, yeah? We'll get another pot going and more macaroni to boot."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Bechamel with a boatload of cheese melted into it. That's all my mac 'n cheese is. Basic, simple stuff." Shannon just chuckles a little bit, shrugging off the culinary faux pas, and setting to work on getting more made. "Sounds like you had one heck of a grandma," she remarks with a smile, just listening to Gwendolyn tell her tale.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Well.." Gwendolyn sets the pot under hot water so the cheese that's burnt on will hopefully stop sticking as bad. Yes, it's going to require scraping, soaking, and not a little bit of elbow grease, but it'll get cleaned up for certain, otherwise the cooking staff will ban students from the kitchen. If you think that's going to go over well, you're wrong!
"Technically?" She looks over. "I had four. Step grandparents. I still don't know who my real parents were, thanks to the adoption and system and stuff, but the one I'm talking about was probably the only halfway decent thing about the family I ran away from. Hell, if I could contact her, I would..."