12717/Going Bananas!

Going Bananas!
Date of Scene:	07 February 2021
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon breaks the news to Ted about receiving Dr. Brightman's antidote to the
Cast of Characters:	Ted Gammage, Nightingale

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Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted missed the dinner call on account of working on a report that made some sense to him but seemed very overdone. So, once he realized he was hungry, he snuck on down to the kitchen. He now sits at one of the tables eating a big bowl of Cheerios. Yup, all the food there and he's got a cold bowl of cereal. He also has his phone out and is looking at different car pictures, each with a different paintjob. He's gone PJ Casual for the most part, worn t-shirt, comfy jogging pants and a pair of old house shoes that are starting to look a little worn out.

Nightingale has posed:
     It was a typical evening in the kitchen at Xavier's, mostly quiet and largely deserted. Ted's presence was a notable exception, with him perched on a stool at the central island counter, noshing on a plain, cold bowl of cereal. There was one other notable exception twirling into the kitchen, in two-piece pink satin PJ's, floofy Old English Sheepdog slippers, and her hair tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. Her phone can be heard in her pocket, with the volume down to a respectful level at this hour of the night, playing some New Orleans style jazz.

     Oddly enough, the young woman stops in the doorway, turning her back to the doorframe and scratching against it like a bear in the woods. Her sigh of relief is audible, and she just smiles to herself for a moment. "Oh... hey, Ted!" Her eyebrows loft as she sees what he's eating, but she says nothing. Not yet.

Ted Gammage has posed:
There's the clink of spoon on cereal bowl. He's a bit oblivious currently and for a good long moment, just swishing through the images before he senses he's not alone. He blinks as she scratches her back against the doorframe, squinting a little and tilting his head. "Shan?" he asks. "Hay," he says, maybe having missed the wings just as she faces him, but probably caught a little glimpse of something.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon smiles, finally moving away from the doorjamb to give Ted a hug. "Hey you," she says, her voice lighter in tone than it has been for the past month. There's definitely something moving behind her, by the sound of something brushing intermittently against the satin of her PJ's. "I was just going to make some banana bread... did you want any?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted Gammage squints again as she hugs and he hears a bit. "Wha's goin' on?" he muses. "C'mon, tell me, fess up." He smiles gently, but the offer of food makes him think a moment, "Ah. Sure, prolly better'n this."

Nightingale has posed:
     Normally, one might take it as being rude, when someone turns their back on another. But in this case, as Shannon wriggles out of the hug, she turns around to show her back to Ted. Sure enough, there are a pair of somewhat stubby-looking, Cupid-like wings, with more pinfeathers than true feathers, like a baby bird just growing up. "The antidote became available a couple days ago," she finally says, and it's impossible for her to keep the sense of a smile out of her voice.

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh! Oh my, that's great!" he says, very carefully reaching out to touch one of the tiny wings. "Umm. I think they're a little small still. Do you need ah bigger dose?" he wonders, though smiles wryly at her and quirks up a brow. "Did yer healin' come back too?"

Nightingale has posed:
     "No, it's just one dose, but it takes anywhere from five days to a week to take full effect. Dr. Brightman made it that way to minimize the possibility of side effects." Shannon holds as still as she can while Ted examines one of her wings. "It's only been a couple days, so they've still got some growing to do. Healing's coming back, too. I can tell because my metabolism's going haywire and I'm ravenous a lot more than usual, just like when I pull off a healing. Mostly wanting protein and calcium, but right now, banana bread sounds soooooo good!"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Ohh," Ted says. "Kinda ain't fair since th' 'cure' was like awlmost instant." He scrunches his nose and smiles, "They're cute right now, though, but guessin' y'can't even glide or nothin'." He smiles, "But progress. Soon you'll be soarin' the skies again. Ah'll be waitin down here fer ya though." He winks and chuckles, "Well ah bet you could eat a whole loaf on yer own if you're growin appendages."

Nightingale has posed:
     "It's not very fair you should have to wait down here, though," Shannon replies, turning around to hug Ted all over again. Try though they may, her stubby little wings can't extend far enough yet to add themselves to the hug. "Just a few more days till I can fly again. Wish you could too, though."

     Finally, she turns away to start gathering the ingredients for some banana bread, her wings in almost constant motion as she does. "I could wear that body cam of mine when I'm able to go flying, so you can see what it's like from my point of view...?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Hah, Ah can jump pretty high," he reminds "But ah'm ok with m'feet planted." He draws her close as she hugs him, giving a very light little squeeze. He does, reluctantly, let her pull away, watching a moment as she wanders to gather ingredients. "Ah, it's awlright," he adds again, "Ah'm really fine with bein' ground based."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Oh yeah? Does this mean I'll have to worry about facing off against you on the basketball court?" Shannon chuckles as she putters about the kitchen, making a right mess of her hands mashing up the bananas for the bread, and winding up with a few dustings of flour on her face and PJ's. The bread is -mostly- coming together without too much mess, but right now she's just giddy enough with delight that a little flour-flinging here and there doesn't faze her. "So, should I make this with or without walnuts? And should I add chocolate chips or no?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Ah hope not. Ah can't shoot well. Ah could hold on so tight that'd pop the ball, though." Ted shrugs, "Prolly against th' rules eh?" He keeps watching her a moment, giving a gentle smile, phone forgotten for the moment. "Uh, y'do what y'like. Ah'm just ah spectator for th' moment. Can't cook m'way out of a paper bag for th' most part."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Guess that was also kind of a way for me to figure out a little bit of what you like," Shannon replies, smiling somewhat as she's mixing the batter for the bread. She giggles at the mention of breaking the rules of basketball, nodding her agreement. "Yeeeeeeah, I kind of think it would be. Popping basketballs is not a good thing. Not to mention incredibly loud, I'd imagine."

     Peering back over her shoulder at Ted, she smiles. "Maybe if you ever wanted, I could try and teach you a little bit of cooking? Just a couple small things here and there...."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh, ah, sorry," he grins sheepishly. "Ah never had much banana bread," he explains. "Mah just never made it so ah'm kinda unsure what ah'd like about it too," he explains. "Sorry, ah internalize a lot." He puffs out a breath, "Ah never tried it, but yeah ah assume it'd be a loud pop. Be a good way t'spook someone." He grins again. At the offer he ponders, "Ah... maybe so, but probably haveta wait till a school break."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Maybe that'd be something we could do on a weekendz

Nightingale has posed:
     "Maybe I'll just make it plain this time around, and try something else next time?" Shannon grins a little, then starts chuckling. "There any things I should stay away from, if I'm making something for you?"

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Works fer me," he says with a smile. "Oh uh, ah don't think ah'm alergic to much," he says. "Or... anythin'? Ah guess. Hadn't hit me yet if ah am." He rubs his head, "Wonder if that's part of th' mutant thing or no."

Nightingale has posed:
     "If it is, I wish manifesting would have taken away my allergy to pecans. Pecan pie is so good, and so are pralines." There's almost a pout in Shannon's voice as she replies, a little bit of a whine. "It's how I found out about not having pecans in the first place." The oven's set, the pan filled with batter, and put into the oven to do its thing. Usually a stickler for cleaning up, instead she joins Ted at the counter, leaning in for a bit of a hug.