12750/Kitchen time

Kitchen time
Date of Scene:	25 February 2021
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Warpath and Shannon tend to kitchen work together. Sam and Remy join in for conversation. Ted returns from tending to family matters, and all is well.
Cast of Characters:	Warpath, Nightingale, Ted Gammage, Cannonball, Gambit

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Warpath has posed:
While he doesn't cook well, he does cut things up well. The way the knife cuts through the vegetables would make a food processor jealous. Does he have a plan? Anyone's guess. Bell peppers are chunked up in five different colors: Green, red, orange, yellow, and the elusive purple. There are three varieties of onions diced into the tiniest of pieces: Red, yellow, and white.

Lastly is a large pile of celery diced up almost as small as the onions. He uses the knife to scrape the veggies together and then sildes them into a large, gallon sized ziplock freezer bag. Maybe there are plans for another time. He flips the knife in his hand and throws it at the board on the wall. A target picture on it. He puts the blade between eyes of some sort of rather ghastly looking person,"Soon." he growls.

Nightingale has posed:
     Sometimes, simple, repetitive tasks were good for clearing the mind. But it looks like that, this time at least, Warpath has beaten Shannon to it, in helping with prep work for veggies to be used later. She's in light blue jeans, some old white sneakers, and a simple white t-shirt that fits very well, indeed. Her hair's pulled back and braided to keep it out of her way when working--except now there is no work to be done.

     Then, there is that rather deadly-sounding -THUNK-, as Warpath's blade hits the target. "Remind me not to piss you off, shik'isn."

Warpath has posed:
He glances towards her and winks,"It will take a lot of work to get that done shik'isn." he replies and walks over to the board to get the knife back. That is a fairly basic, unbalanced knife and he throws it like it was made for it,"I am pretty sure you won't kill all of my tribe. It's already happened. You're safe."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just holds up her hands and nods. "I'm sorry I spoke. You didn't deserve to be reminded of that." Nodding towards the cutting boards, she glances back at him, her expression schooled into neutrality. "There anything left that needs doing?" It seemed unlikely, but one never knows.

Warpath has posed:
He smirks a little and puts the knife on the counter and grabs the little sister for the hug,"Never be sorry for speaking. You're one of the few opinions that matter." he assures her. He looks at the veggies and shrugs,"We could cut up several bags so we have it when we need it. Just take it from the freezer."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon meeps and is actually the one pulled in for a hug first, for once. The mask of neutrality she's worked to keep up starts to crumble, and behind it is a hint of worry, and sadness. "Thanks. That counts for a lot." Wings and all are involved with the hug, which is held for several long moments before the young woman extricates herself. "Sounds like a good idea. Especially with a lot of soups to be made, with the lousy weather we've been having." A long look is given out the windows, as if perhaps looking for someone, and there is a hint of a sigh. "So what veggies do you want chopped first?"

Warpath has posed:
"I'm not much of a cooking expert. I just know the onion, pepper, and celery mixture is a good base for most soups." he comments and lets Shannon out of the brother bear hug,"You're the cook, I'm just the one that knows how to make a set few things and noting else. If you want cured meats, that's where I excel."

Ted Gammage has posed:
What a couple weeks it has been. Ted has been absent for family reasons. Things have been resolved, because he's fresh off a plane and a long ride back to the school. He's only been in his room long enough to drop his stuff off, and has found the kitchen. He looks kind of worn out, though, as he enters. His clothing a bit rumpled from having sat in a coach seat all day with no legroom. He does look around and gives a gentle smile though, lifting a hand and saying "Hay."

Nightingale has posed:
     "You're one up on me, then. I don't know doodly about curing meats." At least by the time Shannon starts sniffling, there is the sound of a knife in her hand flicking against a cutting board, and a fairly large onion being diced into tiny pieces fit for soup to account for it. Right? Right!

     "Dang onio...."

     The tapping of knife against board slows, then stops, the blade set down carefully as Shannon listens, sniffling and trying to rub some of the fumes of the onions out of her eyes. When she turns to look at the entryway, her wings flare out behind her to nearly their full span (heaven help anybody nearby!), and she runs on over to Ted to give him a great big hug. "Hey you... missed ya!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking in with a few bags of groceries in each hand. Seems Sam is one of those the less trips the better type. He opens the door heading to one of the counters and says "Got what you asked for, and actually picked you up a few extra types of cheese, Shannon." He says as he comes in.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau comes into the kitchen quietly and nods politely to everyone, though remaining silent for the time being. He heads directly to the fridge and takes out a small bowl and opens it, spooning out a healthy serving of green jello before making a face. "Why anyone wanna put some sort of figuring in mah jello?"

Warpath has posed:
The kitchen, the magic. If only he could get so many people to randomly appear when he's running the Danger Room sequences. Jimmy nods towards Ted and Sam as they arrive in turn. Picking the knife up he starts to dice up some peppers.

Noting Remy's arrival he makes a face at the mention of the scarring of the jello. It's not really impressive to him, but others might be a little unsettled about the fact he's still cutting the peppers when looking around. Shannon's flash of wings gets a curious look.

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted gets hugged. He gives another tired smile and hugs her back for a good long moment, replying, "I missed y' too," in his southern drawl. "Ah sent a text t' let you know I'd be back today. S'long trip back here, y'know." He finally lets her go and glances around, noticing the others and waves again, "Oh, uh, hay to y'all too. Ah miss anything fun?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon is decidedly more reluctant to let go of Ted, but finally does, her wings settling behind her once again as she steps back. "I know... still was going crazy missing you, though. I'm glad your mom's going to be okay after all." A quick look and a smile is given to Sam, and she dips her head. "Thanks... those cheeses will go great as a filling for some tortellini or ravioli. You want some help with those?"

     Remy's dessert gets a strange look, and she scratches the back of her head. "That's... weird. Wow. Someone's got a strange sense of humor around here."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head, and says "Na I got it." He nods to Ted, watching the two, and looks over to Remy "I prefer red Jello." as if red is a flavor. I got some fresh veggies as well, anything you need I might have grabbed Jimmy?

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau eyes the small figure carrying a mace, blonde hair and a white tabbord and shakes his head, before saying "Here, catch San. Don' say Ah nevah gave yah anyt'ing." He says with a grin, taking out the whipped cream. He nods to Sam and smirks a little bit, "Mrs. Pottswort', mah papa's 'ouse keeper? She /'ated/ green when Ah was a kid, so Ah almost nevah 'ad it. It gives me some sort of forbidden t'rill now ta 'ave as much as Ah want."

Ted Gammage has posed:
Ted rubs the back of his head light, further messing up his already ruffled hair and watches Shannon going back to cooking. Some things never change, he decides with a smile. He then listens a moment to the jello conversation. "Ah never could tell what flavor it was suppose to be," he says. "Its not really lime, or like sour apple or whatever. It's just... green. Always seemed kindah weird t'me."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon finally began to relax somewhat, allowing herself a smile. "Think it's supposed to be lime. Though to whatever benighted soul that figure is supposed to be, green jello is probably the foulest substance on earth." She still sticks pretty close to Ted, allowing herself to chuckle. "I know what to make you for dessert on your next birthday, Mr. LeBeau." Sam gets a funny look and she grins. "Red jello? Do you mean cherry? Strawberry? Pomegranate berry?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will catch the figurine looking at it, seeing if he recognizes it, he is the resident nerd currently after all." He smirks over to Shannon and says "Yup." in answer to her question. When you live in a household trying to feed a dozen people or so, often you get the cheep groceries, and some things get more color than flavor. "We could have came picked ya up if ya needed it Ted."

Ted Gammage has posed:
"Oh, thanks," Ted says in response to Sam, "But it's awlright, ah got here. Didn' wanna put anyone out. Glad t'be back though." He grins over at Shannon a moment, letting out a light chuckle, "Ah think Red jello might jus' be 'Red' Flavor, too." He crosses his arms and chuckles a bit.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods slightly to Sam, as if in perfect agreement, "Papa wasn't broke by any means, but he was a frugal cuss when it came ta some matters. Ah remember de first time Ah moved inta what was truly mah own place? First t'ing Ah did was buy all name brands..." He takes a bite of Great Value green gelatin topped with "Whipped topping". Second tima Ah went shopping, bought Charmin toilet paper an' 'Efty Trash bags... dat was it foh name brands."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Think we've got enough veggies chopped for now, big bro? I was just sort of helping break some down to put in freezer bags and save on prep time later." Shannon just smiles as she glances back at Ted, reaching for his hand and squeezing it briefly. "'Red' jello still could at least be either cherry or strawberry, silly goose..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Looks like a good start." He is putting up the canned and dry goods he brought in now, letting another get the fridge stuff, so he does not get in the way. "And one week it might be Cherry, one week it might be strawberry, or even fruit punch. Normally had to let the little ones get theirs first so to often ended up with grape." He grins a bit at the memory even if he is not a fan of grape.

Ted Gammage has posed:
The little bit of affection is welcome, and Ted gently squeezes Shannon's hand in return. As the conversation continues, though he kind of drifts out of it a moment, then yawns. "Mm, ah think ah need to get some sleep. Been ah long trip. Ah'll try t'be around an' more personable t'morrow," he adds with a grin.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods as Ted makes his exit and checks his watch. "Ah shoul' likely get back ta de boat 'ouse actually. Scott likely 'as one of 'is surprise drills at six am." He places the bowl in the dishwasher, "De suprise being it's at five t'irty." He adds with a grin. He offers Sam a fistbump, and Shan a brotherly hug on his way out...

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and bumps his hand to the other man, "If Ah hear him coming Ah'll send word." He offers with a smile. "Ah think Ah might see whats on the late late movie though, so if you see him first give me the hollar." He looks to Shannon and says "And you can watch but if your late for class in the morning, you will be doing dishes for 2 weeks." He teases her.