11770/A (Cinnamon) Toast to Games and Good Times

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A (Cinnamon) Toast to Games and Good Times
Date of Scene: 13 July 2020
Location: Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis: Tea, toast, and talk in the kitchen were had by all. Dinner is cooked, plans are made.
Cast of Characters: SpyderByte, Nightingale




SpyderByte has posed:
The resident Goth is down in the kitchen for a change instead of tucked away in the computer room. He is decked out in his heavy black trenchcoat, a black shirt and loose fitted black jeans with chains dangling off them. He is settled in a chair in front of the counter, propping his chin up in the palm of his hand. His other hand is reached out, stroking the top of the toaster with a pair of fingers.

There is a lopsided smile upon his face as his lips move silently. At times, the toaster will light up and give a few chimes. Ding-da-ding! The toaster is after all one of those smart types and connected to the wifi. Next to him is his phone, playing what appears to be rap music with fairly heavy lyrics. The song isn't cranked up too high, but if it was playing in a car, it would have some serious bumps.

There is a small chuckle from Jeremy as he taps the top of the toaster again, then reaches for a piece of bread. He gives it a slow wiggle, then inserts it at the top, then pushes the button to sink it down to warm it up.

Nightingale has posed:
     Summertime was no excuse for slacking off on one's training. Though it might have been a friendly competition that kicked Shannon's training into high-gear, it was a charge from one of the teachers she respected the most--Mr. McCoy--that had kept the young winged healer-in-training at it, whether or no anybody was with her at any particular time. For a student, the training she put herself through was fairly intense, both in using her powers of flight, and inspired more recently by parkour courses with Mr. Summers, attempting those on her own as well, without the use of powers.

     Today was no exception. Coming fresh from a shower in her dorm, Shannon's hair is still very wet, and she is dressed lightly, with black leggings, her long black t-shirt with the huge, hot pink sequin heart dead center--and a pair of fuzzy Old English Sheepdog slippers for wandering around most of the mansion in. She stops dead in her tracks as she sees Jeremy already with the toaster, one eyebrow lofting and her lips quirking upwards in a wry half-smile.

     "Hello, you two."

SpyderByte has posed:
The sound of Shannon's voice catches Jeremy off guard and he jerks himself upwards quickly, eyes widening. The lights on the toaster goes dark and the rap music from his phone gives a bit of a staticy twitch before cutting out. Clearing his throat, he glances over towards her sheepishly, nudging the toaster to the side as he pushes himself up.

"Hello." He says as he runs a hand back through his black hair. He looks slightly embarassed. He hasn't had someone walk in on him and the toaster before.

"Uh .. w-would y-y-ou like sss-sssome t-toast?"

Nightingale has posed:
     For a moment, Shannon's expression falls as she startles Jeremy, and the adorable tableau is broken. "I was thinking about it, but I can come back another time." Pausing, she smiles faintly, lifting her chin in an up-nod towards the toaster. "I can't understand her like you can, but... I try to keep her company sometimes. Especially late at night when I sometimes have trouble sleeping." She stays put right where she is, not wishing to put anyone ill at ease.

SpyderByte has posed:
"Really? I'm sure she appreciates it. It's hard to compete with the convection oven and the microwave." Jeremy stammers out to her as he rakes his fingers through the back of his hair. He takes another piece of bread and inserts it into the toaster, trying to look 'cool' and not awkward.

"Got plans tonight?" He asks her with a crooked smile.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just shakes her head. "I was just coming in for a snack after some training in the Danger Room," Shannon replies, her smile returning. "Matter of fact, some cinnamon toast sounded perfect. And let's be honest here," she says, with an impish little grin. "She's the best at what she does."

     Rummaging around in the cupboards, she comes up with a teakettle and a couple plain old tea bags. Nothing fancy, just your run-of-the-mill black tea. As she's filling up the kettle at the sink, she calls back over her shoulder, "Never got to find out... do you enjoy tea at all? I'd be happy to make you a cup if you like."

SpyderByte has posed:
*SNIKT!*

The toast pops out, perfectly toasted and warm. The best at what she does. Jeremy takes the two pieces of toast out and puts it on a plate, then trots over to hand it to her. "She says thank you." He blows some more hair away from his face. "Sure, I'll take some tea. Do you want me to get you anything?" He asks as he looks about the kitchen, rocking on his feet. "What were you doing in the Danger Room?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "Flight obstacle course training," Shannon replies, offering a smile of gratitude as she accepts the plate with her free hand. The kettle is set on the stove to boil, and she gets a bit of butter from the fridge, and some cinnamon sugar from one of the cabinets. "I ought to tweak it a little bit to work on low altitude and close quarters flying. Those are two areas I sometimes have a little trouble."

     Sliding onto a stool near the toaster and where Jeremy was sitting, she works on assembling her snack, gently patting the toaster. "Thank you both," she says, smiling. "What about you, Jeremy? Did you have any plans tonight?"

SpyderByte has posed:
Giving a shake of his head, Jeremy says, "No. I never have plans unless the plans come to me. I guess I was going to sit in my room and scroll through the Internet until something came up." He takes his time to form the words, trying not to stammer over them too much.

"But, if you want to make plans with me, I can do that." He gives a few bobs on his feet up and down to pop a few joints in his ankles. "But looks like you're already having dinner."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shakes her head, smiling. "This is just a snack. Dinner, now I can work on that. Got any favorites?" She nudges one slice of the toast over to Jeremy, nodding, while nibbling on the other and looking as if she's in pure heaven.

     Sometimes, simple pleasures were the best ones.

     "I mean, there's always some good homemade mac 'n cheese, or there's a whole bunch of other things. Or heck, there's oven-fried onion rings, or stuffed potato skins ole... what works for you?"

SpyderByte has posed:
"I don't know. Usually I just microwave something I find in the freezer that looks like a hot pocket." Jeremy admits with a flush of his cheek. "I haven't even explored the city yet since I came here. It's a lot like Metropolis. Just more noisy."

He ambles over to the freezer and opens it up, squinting his dark eyes at the shelves of packaged food before he takes out a pizza. He inspects it. Three cheese. Cheese crust. So much cheese. He holds it up triumphantly.

"How about this?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon grins, and nods. "That sounds perfect. Did you want to leave that as just cheese, or see what we could add for toppings? Maybe even a little extra cheese?" Oh yeah. Now Jeremy was speaking her language, as evidenced by the rather loud grumbling in her general direction. Flushing a light shade of rose, she slides off of the stool to take care of the teakettle, which is whistling its merry little tune as the water comes to a boil.

     "Nothing wrong with hot pockets, either. Those are pretty tasty."

SpyderByte has posed:
"I am fine with just cheese. It's less work." Jeremy says as he tears the box open along the side-strip, then slips it out. Using his fingers, he pops the plastic open and takes the frozen pie out to rest it on a circular pan he pulls out from beneath the stove. Opening the heavy door, he slides it in, then gives the door a hip shut with a clank.

Reaching out, he taps the controls a few times to pre-heat it to 450, then toggles the timer on for about eight minutes past the normal cook time. There's science behind it.

"You're hungry." He says with a chuckle as he caught wind of her rumbling stomach.

Nightingale has posed:
     Knowing full well the usual cook time for a frozen pizza, Shannon lofts her eyebrows. However, she says nothing. Maybe there's a method to the madness here. She grins a bit sheepishly, ducking her head. "Yeah, a full workout will do that to you," she replies. "Or in my case, if I do a lot of healing. Then my healing factor kicks into overdrive, and the energy's gotta come from somewhere, ya know?"

SpyderByte has posed:
"I know." Jeremy says as he nods his head. "I feel that way sometimes after I put in a lot of effort into my work. Too many data streams at once really wears me down and makes me cranky and turns my brain into oatmeal." He says as he rubs the side of his head. Hopping up on to the counter so that his legs dangle, he lets them sway a bit side to side. "I am really getting better at it though. Just hard to unplug somedays. It's like I'm super deep into the Matrix and then time passes me by and next thing I know it's like tomorrow and mid-afternoon."

Nightingale has posed:
     It was nice to see a more relaxed Jeremy like this, Shannon mused. It called to mind just a few days prior, when he jumped into her Minecraft world and their avatars had gone dancing. She just smiled at the thought, her whole expression softening. "Sounds like me after a major healing, only then I'm liable to wind up in the medbay for a few days afterwards." She shakes her head, and shrugs, ruffling her wings. "I'm working on that happening less, but... a lot of times, it means not using my gifts. And I really love helping people. Makes me very sad when I can't. Sometimes pretty cranky, too."

SpyderByte has posed:
"Well, your powers are trickier though. When you use them, it puts /you/ out. There's nothing wrong in letting staff put bandaids on us and let us heal normally. It makes us human and not dependent you know? One day we may not have you around and panic if we can't take care of ourselves."

Jeremy turns the oven light on with a snap of his fingers, then gives his feet another wiggle back and forth. "I am pretty well rehearsed in being put back together again the normal way. Not that it's enjoyable. But, maybe try to pick your patients you know? Learn to heal like a Doctor than a mutant. It may give you more confidence and more appreciation for your natural talents."

Wise Goth Yoda.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a bit of a smile and shrugs. "I try to think that way, but when I see someone suffering, it's really hard. It can rip me up inside pretty bad." Two mugs become the bearers of the tea bags, and hot water, the scent of the brew soon wafting through the air on wisps of steam. She offers one cup to Jeremy. "I ought to stick a bit closer to Mr. McCoy," she muses. "There've been times he's been pretty busy, but I dunno... lately he's been a little easier to reach. He got me volunteering in the Wellness Office months ago helping with minor injuries. It's helped make my healing factor stronger, but there's still only so much I can take." She pauses, frowning slightly. "I just hope he or miss Grey don't have their feelings hurt if they ever find out about those extra first aid classes."

SpyderByte has posed:
"Maybe that's something you can work on to develop. Not rushing in to try and heal every booboo big or small. Try and take care of the injured party normally before you use your power. That way you can use less of it without tapping yourself out." Jeremy stammers out in his jittery voice as he reaches for the cup to pick up. He takes a deep breath of the tea, followed by a small sip. "I don't think they'll get upset. You can get first aid classes anywhere." He gives a crooked grin. "Even if it was kinda gross. I thought we were gonna do CPR."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just bites her lower lip, not saying anything to that. She shrugs and nods slowly, sipping her tea in silence, taking a few minutes to simply savor the simple pleasure. "he minor healing in the Wellness office, it may sting a little but it's been giving me a better idea of my limits. Most times, I don't even have to tap into my gifts. The gloves I carry with me, they're not for the patient. They're so I don't trigger my gifts without meaning to."

     She smiles a little bit, and shrugs. "Healing can be pretty gross. A gift like that takes you into the worst situations where it's needed the most." She sighs lightly. "It's... nice to be wanted and needed, sometimes. So I sympathize with the toaster."

SpyderByte has posed:
"Yeah, healing is super gross. It's why I'm glad I just tap buttons all day and go beep-boop." Jeremy gives another sway of his feet, then hops off the counter. "I'm going to take a quick shower since we have time for the pizza to get done, then maybe we can go for a walk around the garden while we eat." He says as he offers her up a smile, ambling out of the kitchen as his chains jingle and jangle about his legs.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Sounds like a plan," Shannon replies, smiling. The garden had been a nice memory, and who knows, maybe she could snip a little chamomile and mint for some tea before sleep. She stays put to keep an eye on the pizza while it bakes, reaching out to gingerly pat the side of the toaster. "He's a good one," she says, as if to no-one in particular. "This will be a nice evening after all."