1865/Does This Kitchen have Deviled Eggs

Does This Kitchen have Deviled Eggs
Date of Scene:	07 August 2017
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Kurt's back! And he's stealing Dani's deviled eggs	!
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Beast, Tendril, Moonstar, Cypher

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Nightcrawler has posed:
So. Kurt Wagner was back.

Some didn't notice he was gone - gone on a trip to Europe. Pilgramages in Spain, revisiting where he grew up in Germany - that sort of thing. Every once in a while, you had to take a trip to find yourself again, and that's exactly what the man had done.

And so here he was again. Dressed casually, in a loose shirt and a pair of shorts - he was barefoot, as one might suspect, dipping his head forward as he searches the bevy of leftovers from dinner earlier today. He had eaten then, of course, but he got caught up in conversation - and by the time he realized he was still hungry, it was later in the day.

And what was mostly left?

A small plate of deviled eggs. Kurt smiles to himself, pulling the plate out of the fridge. "Someone has a sense of irony, ja?" he says, his eyes turning heavenward a moment. This wasn't ironic at all, but people had been misusing the concept of irony for decades.

He couldn't be blamed.

Beast has posed:
You would be surprised at how many people at this school, Faculty and students alike, forgo wearing shoes.. For the most part it is because of the peculiarities of their specific mutations, since the shoe industry for the most part doesn't have the breadth of choice among footware for someone with, say three toes, or (in Hank's case) the feet of a feline/gorilla/whatever he is these days..

Bare feet also let one pad quietly down the halls, such as Hank is doing right now, as he meanders to the kitchens for an evening snack since he missed dinner... a normal occurence for teh intrepi and (other) blue furred mutant. His snout is buried in his tablet as he unerringly steps into the food preperation area and comes to a stop.. and looks over the tablet at a familiar (and unique) face.

"Kurt! You are returned!" he states, smiling that toothy smile fof his. "When did you get back? We have missed you, terribly.... Are those my devilled eggs?" he suddenly asks, frowning.

Tendril has posed:
    Slipping in down the hall from the dorms upstairs is someone who embodies both the doesn't know Kurt faction (as she only just arrived herself a bit ago) and the rise up against the tyranny of shoes faction (and has used Hank as justification for being able to swing down the hall on occasion) is a slight short but eyecatching young mutant. Mostly because it's hard to miss mauve skin and silvery hair, even if a place like the X-mansion. It just means people don't comment nearly as much. Lexi is very much someone who performs a regular pilgrimage of her own...to the kitchen, being one of those young mutants who has a small furnace of a metabolism.

    She's looking over her shoulder as she wanders into the kitchen, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweat shorts, barefoot, and currently chattering away at the person behind her. "Are you sure there's any left? I didn't see any earlier at dinner..." She comes up short as she sees the two adults in the kitchen. "Oh....hi?" she says, a little uncertainly."

Moonstar has posed:
    Dani trails along after Lexi, "Yeah, totally sure! I made sure to stick an extra tray in the back of the fridge where no one would look. I told you that's my grandfather's..." She pauses, and looks at Kurt, then Hank, then the tray of those aforementioned deviled eggs, "... recipe?"

    Then she blinks again, focusing on Kurt, "Wait, Mr. Wagner, you're back!" Her eyes go wide, and the Cheyenne runs over to hug Kurt fiercely, the senior looking happy to see the Fuzzy Elf. Currently Dani's wearing just a blue denim button up shirt, as well as jeans, her hair back in its usual braids.

Nightcrawler has posed:
Pulling the saran wrap off of the plate, Kurt smoothly rises up, nudging the refrigerator closed with his tail tip. Setting the plate on the counter, he picks up one of the eggs, and pops it into his mouth when... Hank comes in. At first, Kurt was all smiles. But then, well...

Hank says what he does. And Kurt's eyes pop open wide, and he swallows. "Mein freund, I am sorry," he begins, his tone of voice full of that same surprised regret. But in another moment, he twists the plate around, displaying the remains of the deviled eggs to Hank proper. "But look! Most of them are still here! And I have good news for you as well. I have tested them, and they taste..." he brings up his odd hand, pressing his thumb and one of his fingers together near his lip. He kisses the air near this gesture. "Fantastic! You are truely a gift at cooking."

Another moment.

"Perhaps I can make more for you later - I am sorry, ja?" A moment. "I got back just yesterday - but you say that you have all missed me? - I have missed you all terribly, as well." Bringing the saran wrap back up over the plate, he steps closer, nearer to his fellow mutant. "Hank, you are looking good - how has the summer been treating you?" he asks.

It was that time that Alexia enters the kitchen, Kurt bringing up his hand to give a little wave. "Guten abend. You are here in the kitchen, so you must be here looking for food, ja?" Although when Dani calls him 'Mr.' Wagner, his face falls. "Mein Gott - do I look so old, mein freund?" he asks Hank with a note of despair to his tone. Short-lived, however. Kurt's smiles spring eternal again. "Alexia, Dani - welcome welcome - how have your summers been?" he asks, tone jovial.

Beast has posed:
Hank tries to furrow his brows at the teleporting blue imp.. he really does.. but the scientist doesn't have it in him and he smirks (again toothily) and rolls his eyes. "Relax, my friend. It is all wunderbar. I happen to know who made these bedeviled egges and she will gladly make me more. And I am sure she will be thrilled, just thrilled, that you think they taste most exemplary." he says with a chuckle as he strolls over to the Keurig and thrusts his oversized Cookie-Monster mug beneath it. "So enjoy them. I just needed to top of my cup anyways since my coffeemaker in the lab is busted...." Well, not really busted.. he needed the parts for his new anti-matter containment sysrem.. better not to ask...

"And summer has been pleasant, my fine german friend. I've been working on a anumber of projects I needed to put on hold.." aka Anti-Matter! "And how was the motherland? As lovely as always?" he asks, just as Alexia strolls in.. He raises a brow. "Miss Nemo.. Are you part of this evening's student kitchen cleanup?" he asks, rhetoricaly, since he knows she isn't.

Tendril has posed:
    Gah! Busted. "Hello Professor McCoy. Um...I'm part of th' volunteer student kitchen fridge cleanup?" she says hopefully to Hank. Then grins big as she clasps her hands behind her back. Hey, it might work! When in doubt, be brassy!

    The greeting by the other man distracts her attention however as she looks at Kurt, looking curiousy at him with golden eyes as he greets her, then woofs as Dani goes shooting past her to hug him tight, smiling a little bit at that. "Um, yer...Mr. Wagner? It's been cool. Lotsa stuff ta read, since there's no classes an' stuff..." she says cheerfully. "An' getting moved Dani moved in an' stuff."

Moonstar has posed:
    Dani grins, "Well, I'm only a senior, fuzzy elf. I didn't think I could call you Kurt until I graduated." She smiles and looks at Nightcrawler, then hmms, "Yeah, I made the eggs for the team. Grandpa's secret recipe for the /best/ deviled eggs in Colorado. If not America. But, since you just got back..."

    She grins, and looks over at Lexi, That's right, she's totally part of that. Since it's volunteer-only it wasn't added to the Chore Wheel of Doom." That, she says to Hank, as she gives the other blue teacher a curious expression, "How's it going, Dr. McCoy?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
And all thoroughout Hank's furrowing brow and disapproving look, Kurt smiles. A brilliant, bright expression that somehow had the sense of a man who knew he was in the wrong, but was absolutely trying to win his way through it with a smile. And then Hank lets it go. And so, Kurt releases a laugh - stepping near Hank and bringing up a hand to clap the larger mutant lightly on the shoulder. "Here, in this world of high tech wizardry and an endless budget?" he says, voice disbelieving. "If I would have known, I would have brought one back from Germany. But alas!" he says, unknowing of the /actual/ fate of the coffee maker parts.

"It was, it was! There is something about being in Germany again that..." a beat, and he draws a breath in. "... invigorates me. I love America, and everything that it stands for, but to see the land where I was a child again - to eat food more familiar and speak the German language in the streets. A gift," he says with a smile. "Spain was wonderful as well. Except when it rained," he says.

With those tousled locks of his hair bobbing, he turns his eyes towards Alexia then. "Ja, I'm Mr. Wagner. The Drama teacher - so if you are taking the drama electives - be prepared. I think we will tackle Shakespeare this season." A glance back towards Hank. "It was either that or Das Nibelungenlied - and they thought Shakespeare would be easier."

Dani gets his attention next. And he makes an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. "But still. /Mister/ Wagner..." he says, with a sigh. A beat. "This is your Grandpa's recipie?" he says, offering the plate to Dani. "How secret is the recipie, and how can I steal it from you?" he asks, quirking his head to one side.

Beast has posed:
Where Hank coudln't bring himself to scowl at Kurt, he has no such trouble with Alexia.. Well, it's not really a scowl.. It's more of a 'knowing' look. "The Volunteer Student Kitchen Fridge Cleanup..." he repeats, slowly, as the Keurig slow drips the blood of the gods into Cookie-Monster's open ceramic cranium. "Because of course you are. I doubt a single words there was untrue. You truly are a student.. who is volunteering.. to cleanout the fridge.." he says with a kind of wryness.. then chuckles and waves a paws offhandedly at the fridge. "Go for it. I see /nothing/. But if Tatum catches you in here, I am NOT to blame. I do not need my womanfriend thinking I am allowing students to raid the fridge after hours."

He thrn turns and notices.. "Ah, Ms. Moonstar! I did not see you there!" he says, now starting to add cofee to his sugar.. wait.. sugar to his coffee.. Ahem. Then blinks. "Wait, /you/ made the devilled eggs? I thought..." he frowns a bit. "Wait, did I already eat Tatum's.. gah... I guess that explains why she walked off in a huff earlier.." he says with a sigh... "And it /was/ going fine, Danielle.. until I forgot to compliment my signifigant other on the work she put into making me a snack I can barely remember eating because I was probably distracted breaking the laws of physics.."

He then looks at Kurt and snorts. "Yes.. Drama teacher.. which is fitting.." he says as his friend grins, shaking his own head. "And If you want a good coffee maker, you buy french or brazillian, not German." he says, then watches with amusement as Kurt interacts with the two girls. "Quit playing the rogue, Kurt. You are not half as charming as you believe yourself to be.." he says, though in jest.

Tendril has posed:
    Alexia grins and points to Dani as her supporting evidence as she confirms it. See, Hank gets it! You don't have to lie, you just have to tell the truth creatively! "Thank you professor! Tatum's nice, so I'll take the rap if she catches me." she says cheerfully, slipping over to the counter to promptly steal one of the eggs on her way past.

    "Mm...I never done drama stuff..." she answers uncertainly to Kurt. "That's like, all Shakespeare and stuff like that? Well...maybe...." she says, looking unsure. "I haven't done my courses for Fall, since I got here late." And then the fridge is open as she peers inside, searching for any other surviving leftovers from dinner she can successfully make off with, starting with some dinner rolls and what looks like some surviving hamburgers in a storage container.

Moonstar has posed:
    Dani gives Kurt a wry expression, "Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour on the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." She grins cheerfully at Kurt, "I... may have been doing some advance reading." Because the teen is, secretly, a wannabe actress, even as she adds, "Though, I have to be honest, you know I'd be a natural as a Valkyrie." Her eyes dance a bit as she takes a step back.

    At the mention of her grandfather's recipe, she grins, "I could maybe show you how to do it, Mr. Wag... er, Kurt. But such secret knowledge does not come cheap." Then she looks over towards Hank, and laughs a bit, "You breaking the laws of physics, but then you lecture me about Brightwind. As if you can make him poof back to the meadows of Asgard or something. And Dr. McCoy, you should know that a woman needs recognition for being a partner and supportive. The absent-minded professor thing only goes so far." Then she looks over towards Lexi, "You would be /great/ at drama, you should really do it. I mean, I've been doing it since I got here, and it's a lot of fun."

Nightcrawler has posed:
As Hank lays down the law for Alexia, Kurt crosses his arms, leaning back against the counter. Be careful, and watch! If you were, you'd see his tail coming up, and sneaking around another one of the deviled eggs, as Dani perhaps holds the plate. Or perhaps she doesn't - or wasn't holding the plate and Kurt had to leave it on the counter. Either way, another deviled egg would be snatched up by the tail, and Kurt would transfer it up to his mouth with a quick motion, Kurt's eyes wide and innocent looking.

And he was chewing. On nothing.

"I towd..." he begins saying, his dusky Germanic voice muffled by what was assuredly not a deviled egg in his cheek. A beat, and he swallows. "I told them that I thought Jean would have been the best Drama teacher - but they shot me down! And nonsense. German engineering is the finest in the world!" he says, his tone of voice almost sighing at that. "And dear Dr. McCoy - I rarely play the rogue - I am the rogue," he says, bowing with a flourish of his hand, and closing his glowing yellow eyes.

He peeks an eye open at the bottom of the bow, at Alexia's statement - but it was Dani's statement that causes him to straighten up again, both eyes opening as a relaxed smile touches his face again. "It sounds like you have a friend that is very much into drama," he says, waggling a finger Dani-ward. "Not cheap?" he says, his eyes widening. "Will I have to go on an epic quest, like our dear Homer in the Odyssey?" he says. A beat, and he snaps his fingertips, leaning forward. "So long as it ends better than the end of Hamlet, all is well." A beat. "...did you say you would like to play a Valkyrie?"

Beast has posed:
With his coffee properly formulated with the proper cafiene to sugar to cream ratio, Hank doesn't so much lean back against the counter as he leaps backwards and perches on teh edge of the counter.. without spilling nary a drop of his caffinated lifeblood... even when he absently reaches up and behind him to grab a pack of twinkies from an upper cupboard. "I do not have to tolerate your criticism of my hypocracy, Miss Moonstar." he says deadpan, using a claw to slit open the package of twinkie. "And at least I am breaking the laws of physics through acceptable manipulations of loopholes in said laws. Not by handwaving them with glitter and magic." he dunks a twinkie in the coffee.. "And I do apprecaste her. very much. I am sure I tell her so every day..." And he takes a bite.. eyes rolling back ever so slightly.. "Exquisite..."

He washes down the rest of the first (of which will be many) twinkie(s) then sets the mug down beside him. "You know, there is considerable debate, and a surprising amount of proof, that William Shakespeare was /not/ the bard we have come to love. He was a /promoter/, not an acredited writer. Sure, he was involved in some of the plays but much work of that time was done by commitee, which a number of his smaller peices seem to have been. The better known peices, howover.. there is considerable growing evidence that they maybe were actually ghost written by a member of the royal family...."

Tendril has posed:
    The short mauve mutant pauses in her pillaging of the fridge momentarily as she blinks a bit at Dani. "Who, me?" she says, her eyes the very picture of innocence, her expression radiating suprise. Okay, maybe she overdoes it a little bit, but she can't hold it for long anyway before she just grins, flashing a grin at Dani. "Well...maybe. I dunno, I really haven't ever done that stuff." As they don't really have drama classes on the streets of Mutant Town; they call that 'learning to bullshit' rather than more classical productions.

    She reemerges with some cheese, a pickle, some spinach, and a container of mayo that she sets beside her growing pile of fixings, her eyes flicking over as she catches the motion near the tray, then blinks, before she gets a wider grin. Huh. Nice to not be the only person with the prehensile grabber, at least. She peers at Hank. WAIT! There are Twinkies?!? *rummagerummagerummage* Her voice comes back muffledly. "Hey, lotsa people who made their name off other people's work, kinda. Though if he promoted 'em, that's like...Don King level of fame, right?"

Moonstar has posed:
    Dani blinks, "Geez, Dr. McCoy, that's what we'd call back on the Rez fightin' words." She gives Kurt a wry look at that, then glances to Lexi as she snatches Twinkies. Her eyes widen a bit, as... well, she's not going to get involved with THAT.

    Dani then looks back to Kurt, "Hey, I /am/ a Valkyrie! I've got the armor, the winged stallion, the whole thing." She laughs a bit, "It just... well, chafes to wear it all the time."

Nightcrawler has posed:
"I don't understand him when he talks either," says Kurt with a wink. Bringing up his elbow, the man nudges Hank in the side. "But his inventions have saved us and all of the X-Men from doom on more than one occasion."

In spite of Kurt's relaxed nature, he was watchful for a counterswipe from the big blue mutant. If one was indeed coming. "How is she doing, by the way? I /did/ bring some chocolates back from Germany - /near/ Belgium, if you're going to be fancy with your chocolates too, mein freund," he says, giving a wider, fangy grin towards Hank.

Upon spying the twinkie, though, Kurt's nose does crinkle - nearly imperceptibly, and he gives his head a shake. "First, you talk badly about magic - and now you wish to open up a debate on de Vere vs Shakespeare? You realize, that, like Dani says - these are fighting words?" he says, canting his head to one side again. But that grin - ever so devilish on the man, never fades.

"I do not know what you want from those... cakes," says the haughty (in this case) German man, "But if you value your life and limb, I would leave Dr. McCoy's foodstuffs alone, ja? It would be like stealing children from him." At what Dani says though - he kinda already addressed it a little bit, so he shoots her a wink.

Beast has posed:
Hank has just dunked his second twinkie in coffee and is about to take a bite when Alexia (he assumes) starts rumaging for the golden light confectionaries. He doesn't watch her. He doesn't tense up. He just takes the bite, chews thoughtfully for a moment, swallows, then says in the most even and pleasant voice ever and to no one in particular.. "If There is a single twinkie missing, a single package out of place, I do assure people that no one will ever.. /ever/.. find the body." He scrunches up the celophane wrapper and tosses it expertly into the rubbish bin across the kitchen.

He then steps down off the counter and raises a brow at Dani. "The 'Rez' is perhaps not the most politically correct terms to be using, Miss Moonstar. I understand it can be used in an acceptable manner among many of native american heritage, regarding the Reservation System instituted by the early american government, and we should never ever forget the hardships the indigenious people of this beautiful land were put through because of colonial expansionism and independent nation building, but as a teacher I feel using the slang is probably not the most respectable vernacular to be used in an educational setting." he gently chides. He scoops up his mug and takes a sip.

He then raises that brow at Kurt again. "Oh I am sure you understand me just fine, my friend. "And I do thank you for the chocolates.. You did get.. the ones i asked for yes. You know..." he looks around once, then leans in closer. "The Kinder Surprises...?" he stage whispers.... Because those are less legal than Cuban Cigars and AK-47s...

Tendril has posed:
    The very measured and polite threat of imminent bodily harm, along with Kurt's warning, cause Lex to freeze, then to slooooowly put the Twinkies back, with a last, sad look. "But...but they'd be so good with the hot dogs..." she says, sorrowfully.

    Then sighs and shrugs, before heading over to grab a knife and starting to slice up the rolls, quickly forming an assembly line of hamburgers with toppings in rolls, but more like sliders with full size patties. Because she doesn't want to skimp on the toppings.

    Once the first one is complete, a curling tendril sprout sfrom her arm, winding around it and bringing it up to her mouth so she can start munching on it hungrily as she continues to work on the others, rapidly making it disappear.

    "Whash mm shlunhg thmph..." she starts to say, then pauses to actually chew and swallow. "What's th' right term then? Like, th' actual name of th' place?" Because she's been assuming 'Rez' was just what you called stuff. I mean, Dani does it!

Moonstar has posed:
    Dani blinks. Then looks over at Kurt. "Did Dr. McCoy just try to lecture /me/ about the hardships of /MY/ people?" She looks... flabbergasted, to put it mildly, as she stares at Hank, eyes growing a bit wider as she says, "All due respect, Doctor McCoy, but you don't know anything about what it's like for my people. And I'll accept your wisdom about sciences, but don't you EVER presume to lecture ME about how hard life is growing up on a damn reservation! Every time I see that damn Andrew Jackson on a goddamn twenty, I get reminded of the fact that people like you decided that genocide was acceptable policy of state. And it wasn't because we had the power to crack the Earth. Nope."

    Her voice drops to a harsh whisper at that, "It was because you got greedy for our land. Like anyone can really own the land." She slams her fist on the counter, then walks out snapping, "You people worry about folk getting rounded up and put in camps for being different? You're about two hundred years late for THAT!" With that, she storms out of the kitchen, not bothering to look back behind her as... Hell hath no Fury.

    So much for that recipe...

Nightcrawler has posed:
Kurt pauses a few moments, leaning forward towards Hank at the last thing said. Bringing up his hand to his nose, he taps the side of it, but then whispers, "We can talk about these things later but... I do not think it was wise to try to smuggle certain things out of Germany, ja?" he says, giving a wink towards Hank.

A beat - and the Dani explosion comes out, and Kurt sticks his lower jaw out, his tail drooping at the end of it. A beat, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, breathing it out after Dani storms out of the room.

Looking from Hank to Alexia, and then back again, he holds up his hands, and says, "Do you think one of us should go after her? Or do you think it would make things worse?" he says, his glowy yellow eyes narrowing some.

Cypher has posed:
Doug comes into the kitchen, a pair of headphones on his head, music so loud that people can pick up strains of his Dazzler album. Not that he's not singing it loudly than he ought to anyway. "The sight of the SOUND... ba ba ba sight of the SOUND... na na na na, na na na na, I just have to... GO FOR IT!

He dances his way to the fridge and opens it to get a bottle of water, before he says, "I just walked by Dani, and holy cats she was mad." He cracks the water bottle and takes a swig from it, before he goes back to rummaging through the fridge. "Oh, hey Kurt. I'm not dead, nice to see you again. Alexia. Hank."

Beast has posed:
Hank doesn't move... doesn't flinch.. He accepts her going off on him with stoicism... and when she walks off he is quiet a moment.. then..

"Mutie." he says very suddenly, almost sharply. Then his voice softens. "Mutant." he says, voice less hasrh, "Techically the same word and meaning, but completely different connotations. While both can be used derogatorialy, mutant is a proper term, not an 'affection'." he looks to the others. "You see it through history. Even among the groups who the names have been used for. Look at the previous centuries, and the beginning of this one, where as a people our ancestors would take a defining name and shorten it, make it easier to say so they could fling it at minorities as a slur.. then said minorities would adopt it among themselves. Thinking it somehow made themselves more noble than those who termed the coin."

"Well, it didn't. An African-american calling another the N-Word does not make the word right or acceptable. It just propegates the word and distorts it's meaning and the weight it bears. Becoming 'familiar' and 'used to' a derogatory version of a word only perperuates it."

He walks over to the Keurig and sets in anothe rpiod, letting it refil the mug. "I was not lecturing her on her people's pain, but on using a familiar term which takes away, lessens, the impact and makes it more acceptable. Reservation is a proper term. The Rez is what wghite people used to call it derogatorily, which native Americans began using for themselves." When his mug is filled he sniffs it once, then sighs. "Of course, it is disconcerning how /I/ was more concerned about the /lessening/ of the meaning, yet somehow /I/ am at fault for genocide.. Not even my ancestors.. a strong accusation, indeed."

He shrugs and nods to both Kurt and Alexis, like he /is/ giving alesson, but is more just explaining his viewpoint. "If we cannot overcome history, if we lessen our past's pain and hardships with easy words meant to soften the true words weight, how are we supposed to overcome our future?" He then makes for the door, nodding to Doug as he passes. "Good evening, Douglas.".. and the door shuts behind him.

Tendril has posed:
    Alexia looks honestly startled as Dani erupts, her gold eyes going wider as she yells at Hank, then stomps off through the door. "Um...yeah..." she says after a moment to Kurt, looking longingly at the line of little oversized sliders she's been assembling, before using her tendril to pop the last of the one she was gnawing on in her mouth, chrewing quickly.

    She does pause to pay attention to Hank's explanation, frowning thoughfully, then says slowly. "I think...maybe she just is kinda used to people misusing it, so....I guess it's a sore spot." It's definitley not something she's seen from her roommate previously. She watches as Hank walks out and Doug enters, blissfully unaware of things. "...hey Doug...um..." She sighs and looks at the door, then back to the remaining people in the room. "I'll just...go make sure she's okay, kay?" she says, then motions to the trio of sandwiches still sitting on the counter. "All yours if ya want, I'll see if I can get her....um...something..." She smiles at Doug. "...hey, ya remembered my name this time!" she says, shooting him a brief smile, starting to walk after Dani fairly quickly.

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Were you dead for a time?" asks Kurt of Doug. Reaching out a three fingered hand for one of the deviled eggs, his tail lashes behind himself as he straightens up a bit, taking a bite of egg as he looks to Hank as he explains his viewpoint. And watches him and his exit. Hmm.

Reaching out a hand for a water bottle - of which their were many on the shelf, Kurt twists the top off of the same, and likewise starts to head for the door itself.

Although he twists on one foot, pointing towards Doug. "The deviled eggs are great, though!" he enthuses.

Cypher has posed:
Doug looks up, a tupperware container of cold chicken wings in his hand, which probably belong to someone else, but that's the way life works in this house isn't it? He takes off his headphones, and then looks between Kurt and Alexia and then to the door, where Hank just was.

"Language," He says, "Is central to our identity. It is essential to our ability to perceive the world, and even people who are blind and or deaf need to develop language to truly be a part of the world around them. He sticks a chicken wing in his mouth and tosses the rest in the microwave.

After hitting the buttons, he takes it out and says, "If you challenge someone linguistically, you are challenging their perception of their entire world, their understanding of their own identity. Language can be a weapon... and when you're dealing with people who've felt the burn of weaponized language... you need to be careful. They'll defend themselves. Even if you do have a point."

He watches everyone clear out of the kitchen, and then says, "It's so *good* to be home!" Without a hint of irony.