16595/Whatcha cookin

Whatcha cookin
Date of Scene:	28 October 2024
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Rogue

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Gambit has posed:
It's not that uncommon to find Remy in the kitchen, but this time the air is devoid of the spice that normally permiates the air for hours afterards when the Cajun leaves. Instead he appears to be baking, never Remy's forte but he is giving it a try...while simultaniously singing an old Country music song...off key. Jack for his part is napping under the table, his too long tail offering a trip hazard to the unwarry.

Rogue has posed:
The scent of the attempt seemed to be good enough to bring the curious closer, but the sounds? Well, it might need some work as Rogue came a-wandering into the kitchen space. Her hair down and an oversized shirt worn rather than her usual figure-flattering attire in what was clearly a low-budget way to keep her skin covered, though the strap of a single-shoulder top beneath suggested a backup beneath for modesty as she padded into the kitcehn.

"Gambit, fairly sure back home that'd have every hound for a mile hollering along with you...hope the baking faired a little better."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks slightly, chuckling as Jack perks his head up and pads over towards his "second most-favoritist" person and flops on his back for a tummy rub. "What c'n Ah say chere, de 'ounds got good taste, non?" He asks as he removes a cupcake pan from the oven and sets it on the cooling rack. "If dis work de way Ah 'ope, dey gonna taste like chocolate cover cherry brownies... if not... " he shrugs and smirks. "Wanna break out dat fancy Ice Cream Warren t'ink no one knows he got his in de back of de freezer?"

Rogue has posed:
A little shift of her gloved hands stroking over Jack and then gently offering the required belly-rubs before she made her way towards the freezer. "Not just a pretty face are ya?" she questions lightly, a little hip-bump offered with all the caution of reigning in her strength and ensuring the shirt covered her skin. Lifting up onto the tips of her toes, the mutant did indeed reach to try and find the carton of choice. "What inspired this creativity?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau bumps hips back with the woman with the familiarity of someone to whim the motion is almost instinctive. "Tik Tok video. De idea was yah c'n apparently make a cake wit' jus' a cake mix and a can of pop. In dis case, brownies and cherry coke." He says taking out a pair of bowls and cutting out massive blocks of steaming chocolatey deliciousness. "How yah doin' chere?" He asks with an affectionate smile. "Been a few."

Rogue has posed:
Remy on TikTok was an amusing enough idea, enough to bring a gace from the woman before she exhaled a breath with a little laugh.

"Well, glad it inspired some creativity."

How was she doing? The Southern Belle gives a little shrug, returning with the carton and setting it down for him. "I'm doing fine Remy, good as we can do out here"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau chuckles a little bit and gets out the large spoon to dish out the $40 Ice cream over his $2.50 brownies. "One minute yah grading papers, de next flying ta de Shi'ar 'omeworld ta stop an intersteller war between giant insects, bird people and a fifty foot tall spagetti monster." He agrees with mild amusement, offering one of the bowls to her and hopping up on the counter. "Maybe we should do somet'ing some time. Go out dancing or somet'ing. It been too long."

Rogue has posed:
Combination of fancy and comfortably cheap still works pretty well, Rogue slipping to lean against the counter and exhaling a breath. "Weird an' wonderful life," Rogue muses aloud, "but it's ours here with the Professor, an' I wouldn't change it for anythin'" A little shift, she reaches over, fingertips moving to claim the spoon from his hands and guide it to her mouth. Waste not!

"Dancin' or something? You've had worse ideas. Would be nice to go out without it turnin' into a brawl."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau mms slightly, Chuckling. "Nice picnic by de lake? Assassins. Take yah ta see a Broadway musical? Sentinels. Conney Island? Sabertoot' /and/ Mystique." He chuckles a little bit and grins. "Try ta jus' snuggle in de rec room and watch a movie? Ice man put on a t'ree Stooges marathon.." He pauses and adds, "actually dat one wasn't /quite/ so bad."

Rogue has posed:
"Don't forget the purifiers when we went to the burger place, with Eric of all people." Rogue offers lightly before she makes to reach to carry one of the bowls. "Y' realise snugglin' with me isn't exactly not-dangerous sugah," she comments, raising an eyebrow.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit and raises an eyebrow playfully, "Ah'm an X-man, 'fore dat a mercenary, and 'fore dat a Mastah t'ief... What part of dat sound like Remy don' like livin' a lil dangerous?" He says with a slight grin, "And yah know dare are ways and means chere."

Rogue has posed:
"I don't know if you'll keep the focus Remy, Ah've found you find a little distraction around me now and then." Rogue offers, but she does gently smile smile none the less and give a little exhaled breath of mock surrender. "C'mon, our icecream will melt."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins slightly, following Rogue towards the Rec Room. "Now chere, Ah have de concentration ta literally cross a museum floor so slow Ah nevah set off de motion sensor. Ah am sure Ah c'n sit on de sofa with a beautiful woman... even one as beautiful as yah an' keep mah focuse foh...five, maybe even six minutes." He says playfully.