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| Lunchtime... | |
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| Date of Scene: | 22 February 2021 |
| Location: | Kitchen - Xavier's School |
| Synopsis: | Poor Shannon gets food after being teased. |
| Cast of Characters: | Gambit, Nightingale
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- Gambit has posed:
It's a cold and Rainy morning. The tempture outside having risen enough for the snow to be rain, while staying low enough to make each droplet feel like a dagger in the skin. So Remy is cooking a School favorite. The biggest pot in the entire school currently on the stove, and the smell of his chicken Gumbo filling the halls as he takes the hours long process to "Do it right."
- Nightingale has posed:
Around the school, you either learn to love or to loathe those cold, rainy days, for the sake of the culinary experiments that oft come out of the kitchen on just such occasions. By the same token, one tends to either adore or detest that spicy, meaty aroma that seems to be filling the halls--and has been for some hours. It drew at least one student out of hiding, a familiar angel-winged figure dressed for phys ed class in black shorts and tank top edged in yellow, and black sneakers. Her hair was pinned up in a bun to keep it out of her way. "Is that a little bit of heaven I smell?" she asks, peering through the doorway.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a little bit, spooning a bit of the "still too thin yet" soup up onto a wooden spoon and gesturing Shannon over to taste test for him. "Oh non chere," He says with a bit of a grin, "Dey nevah allow dis in 'eaven. Somet'ing dis good gotta be a sin, non?"
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon can't help but giggle, her nose wriggling like a rabbit's as she sniffs the air. "Smells good." Trotting right on over, she stands on tiptoe to peer into the pot, waving steam away with her hands. "Looks good." Leaning over to take a very careful taste of the steaming, savory brew, she coughs a little as some of the spice goes down the wrong pipe. However, she's grinning all the same. "Oh yeah. I'm going to hell in a handbasket for tasting that, but what a way to go."
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks wickedly and nods his approval, going back to his stirring. He smirks a little bit, "So 'ow t'ings been foh yah chere? An' seen yah in a couple of days." He says with a grin, smiling as he notices the necklace he gave her for christmas still around her neck.
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon fiddles with the angel necklace for a few moments, and lets out a bit of a sigh. "Just keeping on keeping on, know what I mean? Hope Ted's mom is going to be okay. He got called home, something about her being pretty sick. I'm hoping to hear something soon, but damn... I miss him like crazy." Closing her eyes, she takes a few deep breaths, and smiles a bit. "What about you, though? I'd ask if you've been keeping out of trouble, but that's one of the true impossibilities that exists in the universe."
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau laughs, mildly amused. "Been keepin' busy. Trying ta be good as it were. Jus' a series of long days an' longer nights, know what Ah mean?" He smirks a little bit, highly amused as she mentions Ted. "An' 'ow are t'ings wit' lover boy anyway?"
- Nightingale has posed:
"You? Being good? Ha!" Shannon ducks out of the way, her wings snapping into place in front of her like a great, big feathery shield. "He had to go home for a while to take care of his mom, so yeah, miss him like crazy. But things are going well. He's behaved himself, so sheathe the bo staff."
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks and rolls his eyes. "Ah woul' nevah go after someone like dat just because dey misbehaved, even if it was wit' one of mah favorite people." he says with a smile, taking a moment to test the Gumbo himself and nod his approval... "Ah'd charge a card an' put it undah 'is pillow so dat when he lay his 'ead down..." He smirks trailing off..
- Nightingale has posed:
"You must be pretty damn dangerous on April Fool's Day," Shannon quips, rolling her eyes and chuckling lightly. "Has anyone ever managed to pull one over on you on that day?" There is a very unladylike growl in her general vicinity as she waits for the gumbo to cook to perfection, looking much like a little kid waiting to taste the cookie dough during a holiday baking spree.
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau raises an eyebrow and smirks a bit... but then decides to be honest. "Mah wife... mah ex wife dat is.. she pulled some doozies on me when we was kids. Belle de one person Ah was nevah able ta get, she just seemed ta 'ave mah numbah every time." He smirks in amusement. "One year, when Ah was 15, she some'ow got inta mah room an' replaced /every/ pair of mah underwear wit' frilly pink panties." He says with a laugh.
- Nightingale has posed:
At that, Shannon's face just goes flame red, and her hands clap right over her mouth. "Oh. My. God. You're kidding!" Shaking her head, she bursts out laughing, pressing her hands to her eyes and rubbing hard, as if to blot out the imagery. "Now that is evil!"
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods solomly, still amused. "Here de t'ing... Ah was /in/ de room at de time. Ah mean we were up dare..." He pauses for just a beat and says "Playin' a very spirited game of checkers..." His lips twerks up just a bit. "Ah may 'ave dozed off foh a minute after. Five minutes tops... An' she some'ow replace easily twenty pairs of boxers wit' twenty pairs of panties. Neatly folded and put away. An' Ah know dat dey weren' dare before our ...game because dat is were Ah kept mah...checkerboard... an' de drawer was fine den."
- Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes, and just laughs. "Okay, so remind me to never piss you off." She perches her posterior on a stool by the counter, doing her best to be patient. It's failing miserably, with her eyes trailing over in the direction of the massive stock pot, simmering happily away on the stove. "Are we there yet?" she mock-whines. "That smells sooooo good!"
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and rolls his eyes. "Yah worse den Jean, yah know dat." he says mildly amused." Stil he opens the oven and carefully pulls out a tray of cornbread muffins. He smirks evilly and with almost /painful/ slowness slathers the top of them with butter so that it pours down their golden surfaces...
- Nightingale has posed:
"Oh, am I n..." Pale blue eyes go wide as she sees the cornbread muffins, and then there is that damning growl in Shannon's general vicinity. She dabs discreetly at the corners of her mouth, shaking her head and mumbling, "Evil ba..." There seems to be some question of Remy's parentage there, for some reason....
- Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, then capitulates. He fills a wide shallow bowl with Gumbo, and places two of the muffins on the plate beside it before handing it over to Shannon. "Dare yah go... 'Owever yah gonna dirty yah mot' wit' bad words like dat Ah may jus' 'ave ta wash it out wit' soap." He says teasingly...
- Nightingale has posed:
Silence reigns supreme as Shannon falls to with gusto, savoring her delectable prize. Surely, then, this must be a panacea to fix all ills, this bowl full of divinity. Even if it was made by a Devil....