2812/Log 2812

Log 2812
Date of Scene:	12 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Deadzone, Nightcrawler, Polaris, Beast

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Deadzone has posed:
In the kitchen, Tatum is trying to make a fresh batch of her infamous lollipops. Trying being the operative word. See, the Bamfs got wind of this and have learned what Tatum's secret ingredient is. She is currently fighting with one of the little blue buggers, playing tug of war with a bottle of fine whiskey. "No! You little buggers made off with two bottles already! This one is mine!" she growls. "Whiskey!" is all she gets in response as the one she is fighting with threatens to bite her in order to get the bottle away from her.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    #Bamf!# A flash of light, and a waft of brimstone accompany the air being displaced. Holding Lorna in his arms, as if they had been dancing, Kurt and Lorna arrive with him laughing at something she said. His hands linger on Lorna as he steps out of the little cloud with her. They are both dressed up. Not too much, but obviously, the fuzzy elf took his princess out again. Joy is writ large on his face. "Next time, we dine in Mutant town, ja? Fine dining? I am so hungry! The flavors were exquisite, but dots are nicht food!"
    Hoping Lorna is steady on her feet, Kurt leads her through a little pirouette, and dips her low and gives her his best smoldering look. "Hallo Liebchen." he all but purrs at her. He has no idea Tatum is in the kitchen. Then he hears the telltale 'whiskey. "Eh?" Romantic moment ruined. he looks u. "Hey! You! You put that down!" The Bamf's eyes get big. #Bamf!# It vanishes, so does half the bottle, leaving Tatum standing there with a perfectly severed bottle of whiskey, the contents draining out onto the floor.

Polaris has posed:
Laughing as she's dipped, Lorna slides her fingers through Kurt's curls. "Scallywag, a table there usually takes..." Lorna seems to catch on that there's other noise in the kitchen and looks at the bamf and then Tatum as it vanishes. "Months." she straightens, blushing as she makes sure her dress isn't hitched up from dips and twirls. "Tatum, hello, umm, good evening even-up to some baking?" She asks, voiced pitched as she slides a hand into Kurt's shyly.

Deadzone has posed:
With a startled yelp as half her bottle goes missing, Tatum moves the bottle over the pot on the stove to drain the contents into it with a heavy sigh. "I had *hoped* that sacrificing two bottles would let me keep the third. Your little minions are even greedier then they were on my world!" She nods her head to Lorna with a grin. "Candy making. I like more adult flavours in my lollys." She then looks at the pair and the way they are dressed and a happy smile spreads on her lips, her eyes crinkling with the smile. "So, where did you too go?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Che up-it-tee." Kurt says warmly, his grin wryly mischievous. His hand tightens on Lorna's warm hand. Gallantly, he spins her outwards, "And then to the Mutant Town civic center, for a bit of ballroom dancing. Delightful musicians, they played several songs just for Lorna." He pulls her back, close. "Including a samba und a tango." His eyes sparkle. His hand angles as if to attempt to guide to lovely green haired woman to a chair. "But. The meal, while admittedly delicious?" Kurt says, pausing. "Was little more that morsels und dots. We are starved, so a sandwich is in order." He is attempting to sit Lorna down, pulling the chair out for her, then moving to get the vegetable chips out for her while he tries to stay out of Tatum's way.
    Apparently, Kurt likes to do things for Lorna. "You want what I made for you the night we had our first kiss, liebchen?" His smile is sly, but also almost shy.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum stays by the stove, keeping out of Kurt and Lorna's way as they dance in the kitchen. She loves the off hours here at the mansion, when the teachers get to be people again and are permitted to be themselves. It means seeing things like this. "The students made stir-fry tonight for the evening meal. You are welcome to whatever leftovers there are." She stirs at the sugar and alcohol, watching the thermometer closely

Polaris has posed:
Letting Kurt steer her into a chair Lorna seems positively bashful. "It's just Tate, Kurt. She doesn't need the blow by blow-though Kurt really is amazing at latin dance." She looks to Tatum for a moment. "And the food was amazing, I think the head chef is a mutant. It was one of those Gastronomy kitchens-science and food." Cause leave it to the science major to be drawn to something like that. Her eyes sparkle a little and she nods to Kurt. "Hoping for an encore of delicious sandwich kisses?" She wonders and reaches up to start letting her hair down, setting the pins on the table.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    His cheeks flush purple. "That would be delightful." Kurt says, his tail giving a happy little curl of bashful delight. He moves lightly through the kitchen, his custom shoes barely making any noise, at one point dancing with Tatum to get first a mop out of the closet to deftly mop up that whiskey. His tail deposits a wet floor sign, then he dances past her. On a nearby stovetop he throws some aromatic herbs into some extra virgin oil alongside many of the vegetables he chops up every few days.
    "The secret." He tells Tatum, mock-seriously. "Is to grill the carrots. It makes them spicier." As if she does not already know all this. He gives her a playful wink and moves over to work on buttering the bread to put it through the now-heating panini press. "Anyone need a drink?" He ducks past Tatum again to fetch Lorna a beer, and one for himself as well. "Tatum?"

Deadzone has posed:
Turning back to her candy, as the timing has to be just perfect, Tatum smiles at Kurt's antics and dancing about. She laughs when he spins her about as he gets the mop. "If I burn my lollies, you will be in so much trouble, mister," she tells him before he lets her go. Just in time too. She lifts up the pot and begins to pour into the molds she has waiting for the sweet sugary goodness.

The sharing of the secret of carrots has her winking to Kurt. "I'll keep that in mind. I might even share that with the students." She looks over as she is offered something to drink. "I was going to make a cup of tea. Can you hit the button on the Keurig?"

Polaris has posed:
Taking the beer, Lorna smiles at Kurt. "You're wonderful, dear heart." She murmurs and looks to the button, hitting it at distance. "Got it." She tells the other adults and watches Tatum pour her lollies, fascinated. "I used to stress bake, it was dark days. Finally quit the habit, getting too curvy for that X-Man suit." She pats her sides. "Must more disciplined now that I've kicked meat." She watches Kurt's dancing and walks her fingers along his tail as it curls when he passes her, smiling and generally pleased with things.

Deadzone has posed:
"Yeah. I have been making lollies since I was in junior high. Used to use it as a way to use up my mother's booze so she couldn't drink. And then it turns out I actually need the sugar. It's gonna suck when I become diabetic, but it's not like there is anything I can do about it." She pops the paper sticks in the top of the mold and then goes to the cupboards to get a mug that is Tatum's favourite shade of blue, which just so happens to be the same blue as Hank's fur. What a coincidence! She gets out a tin of tea and spoons some into a tea ball. "I just hope that if I get extra curves, that Hank still loves me."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    His tail keeps brushing Lorna. Sort of like a cat. Small touches as he passes, or a little happy twitch when she touches him. "You could gain a few pounds. I would still love you." Hrk. Kurt literally makes an little noise after saying that aloud in front of Tatum.
    He quickly tosses the vegetables. "Well, there is not much fat n this sandwich. This is tatum's bread too. So, it is not at all unhealthy." he just goes back to business. Soon enough, Lorna's sandwich is in the press.
    His sandwich is waiting. Likely to Tatum's surprise, Kurt is a good housemate. While Lorna's food is in the press, he starts cleaning the skillet.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna eyes Kurt. "You better remember you said that in the future." She warns and reaches out to tweak his tail lightly. She's still smiling when she hones in on Tatum. "Don't you worry girl. You're dating a genius. If anyone can keep ya from going diabetic, it'd be him." She comments and leans over to watch, still fascinated as she sips her beer. "That's it? You don't bake them or freeze them or anything?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum pauses and looks over her shoulder at Kurt. "Are you saying she's too skinny? Careful there, cutie. That's about as dangerous as saying a girl is too curvy." She goes to start cleaning up her mess, but doesn't get a chance. Kurt is already on it. He cooks. He cleans. He dances. Lorna's got herself a catch! So, instead, she focusses on her tea. "That's it, really. It's candy making. You get the sugar and liquid and flavouring to the right temperature and then you just let it cool at room temperature. If I wanted, I could do pulled candies and that would be a lot harder, but poured lollies are incredibly simple. The hard part is monitoring the sugar so it doesn't burn.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Herr Doctor McCoy is nicht s shallow." Kurt frowns. "In the past he has dated heavier women even. In fact, you are certainly the thinnest, loveliest woman he has ever been associated with." Kurt has got Hank's back. "I think he mentioned that. Nicht those words though. very long, boring words, but heartfelt." Kurt, the consummate wingman. Another little dance around Tatum, and Lorna gets her sandwich and a quick kiss. His tail caressing her face once. His eyes meet hers, and he smiles at her rakishly before back to put his sandwich in the press and finish scrubbing that skillet like a good house elf.

Beast has posed:
Hank Swings into the kitchen.. Literally.. His blue claw liek feet grasping the upper door jamb. He hangs there, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. "Do I smell candy?!?" he asks, looking excited, feline eyes sparkling behind his spectacles that somehow do NOT fall off that snout that SOMEHOW smells candy from who knows how far away he was. He seems unaware of Kurt mentioning his previous dating life as of yet... something he actually has almost never talked to tatum about except for the ONE person who dumped him because of some people making alegations of.. well.. considering he was an animal and she was having relations with him.

He looks between the three. "Oh, Hello Lorna! Kurt!" he says, dropping from tehf rame, twisting, and landing gracefully as he lopes towards Tatum's confectionay creations, making grabby hands. "Candycandycandycandycandy..."

Polaris has posed:
"Hank? Using long words? I can't picture it." Lorna shakes her head, perfectly straight faced. She tries her sandwich and looks to Kurt. "Oh, I'm keeping you." she tells him and watches Hank, waiting to see if Tatum swats his hands. She drinks her beer and goes back to her yummy sammie. "I wish I had known candy wasn't rocket science, I missed out on impressing alot of boys-you forgive me for not being so domestic-don't you, liebling?" She asks Kurt, looking to him with big, sad eyes.

Deadzone has posed:
The familiar baritone causes Tatum to grin. "Honestly, how do you always know when I'm making new lollies? Between you and the Bamfs, you know when I need new ones better then I do!" She sees him heading for the freshly poured candy and steps between him and them. "THey haven't set yet, you. I'm making you fresh twinkie cakes tomorrow. Leave my vice alone," she warns with a kiss on his feline nose. Perhaps it is the other couple rubbing of on her with all their public displays of affection. "Coffee? I can start one for you in the Keurig."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "You never were." Kurt says, wrinkling his nose. he smiles at hank. "Remember when she made that cake when we were growing up?" Kurt asks with a wide smile. He shoots Lorna a little look back. "Worst. Cake. Ever. It must be all the other things. You know, learning to help hopefully be a big part of brokering lasting peace between mutant and humans and learning to rule an island nation?" His grins is wide. He finishes with the skillet and dries it off, replacing it where it goes before retrieving his now pressed sandwich to sit next to Lorna. He wraps his tail around her ankle as he sits, and his smile remains plastered on his face.

Beast has posed:
Hank comes to a stop, chastized fr having gone after The Candy. He turns, hanging his head a moment, hands worrying togetehr a moment before he looks back up with the BIGGEST, SADDEST, Puss-In-Boots eyes every portrayed off the computer animated television screen. But the kiss on his snouth ruins his attempt to elicit sympathy and he grumbles. "This is not fair. The big eyes NEVER work on you..", then looks to Kurt and seems.. pained.. as the memory comes over him. "I though we all agreed to /never/ talk about the Cake incident." he tells the blue elf, shuddering, then gives an apologetic look to Lorna. "The fact that you /tried/, Lorna, is what matters. Even if half of us ended up in the infirmary.. Except Bobby." he then frowns more. "Bobby said he liked it. WHich I don't understand since his the first words out of his mouth when he took a bite was, and I quote, 'It Tastes Like FEET!'" he shakes his head. "Then he proceeded to finish the entire plate.. and mine.."

He then turns back to Tatum and leans in to robe her nose with his. "Thank god you know how to bake. I mean, I am a mean kitchen chemist myself, but you have The Knack'. Thats why I am keeping you."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna hangs her head in shame. "This is why men run from me." She makes a heavy sigh and looks to Kurt, fake pained. "You'll leave too, for a pretty, plump girl with dimples, and have twenty perfectly cute kids, and she'll bake pies every day. Oh woe. My heart can't take it." She sniffles and putters at him before looking to Hank, dropping the act. "I never did get that. But Bobby will eat anything you put in front of him. Even bugs. We checked!" And she goes back to her sandwich, ankle wiggling lightly.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum has never heard this story before. Whether it never happened on her world or she never got to hear it are unknown, but she likes it. Hearing new things makes this place feel more like home, like she isn't displaced in another world. She laughs and shakes her head, smiling. "Yeah, Bobby never did make much sense. Though beating him up is fun. He gets so pouty when he can't make ice."

Ruffling at Hank's furry head. "Actually, the eyes work pretty good. I was about to cave in and start making you twinkies now. But since you don't want them, they can wait." Her eyes twinkle evilly. "Oh, that's why you're keeping me? For the food? And here I thought it was because you loved the fact that I... " She then leans in and starts whispering something in his ear, a devilish smile on her face while she does so.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Nein. I want little green fuzzy children." Kurt stares at his sandwich. Why does he keep talking? "I need to eat." he decides, having eaten his foot again. He studiously looks down, absolutely aghast at himself. "Mein Gott, Wagner." he mutters to himself.
    He pauses, then looks up. "Sort of like the kiwi, ja?"
    Again with the talking. "Unglaublich." he swears at himself, making the time word sound foul. He stuffs his sammitch into his mouth so he has to chew. Mm. Sammitch. No room for feet while eating, ja? Mmm.

Beast has posed:
Hank is not an animal. NOT An ANIMAL. So no, his foot isn't thumping the floor as Tatum scritches his head.. Not /too/ much anyways. "What is wrong with keeping you for that?" he asks, innocently. "It would be shallow of a learned and deep man, such as myself, to love you for only your body after all." he then ahems. "Though I do like your body as well.." h quickly amends. Then stammers, realing how bad that can sound. "But of course it is your mind and spirit I love first and foremost!" he amends the amendment..

"I'm not getting those twinkies anytime soon, now, am I?" he asks,, shoulders slumping, though it is easy to tell he is hamming it up .

Sighing, he looks to Lorna and smirks faintly. "Men run from you because you have, perhaps, the scariest father on the planet. And men are gentically predispostioned to be scared of their love interest's fathers to begin with." he tells her, teasingly.

He then looks to Kurt, an eyebrow raised. "Green Fuzzy Kiwi Children... " he says slowly.

Polaris has posed:
"He's really not that scary. His jokes aren't the greatest maybe, but over all he's really a tender old dear." Lorna says and then adds looking between them all "When he's not unhinged or on a terrorism warpath to destroy humanity. I love our brunches." Lorna side eyes Kurt. "Fuzzy green kiwis hmm? Dearest, kiwis are brown outside, green inside." She pauses to consider. "You want tennis ball babies. All chubby and green and fuzzy. It'd be cute." She says, teasing lightly. "We're both at least second generation mutants, I wonder whose mutation they'd take?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum's brow lifts as she grins while Hank deftly sticks his foot in his mouth while trying to say all the things he likes about her. She looks over to Lorna and winks. "It's cute when they end up digging themselves holes with their words and can't figure out how to get out, ain't it?" she asks the other woman. She laughs, letting Hank off the hook and giving him a hearty hug. "Oh fine. I'll make you those twinkies now then. You have me so twisted around your little finger." She grabs her apron, baking being far more messy then candy making, and gets to work on ingredients and utensils.

"I think he's right, Lornacakes. You're dad is pretty scary. Not to me. I mean, he's just some political bigwig to me. But he's still scary to most people. And if you want kiwi babies, then you need to date someone from New Zealand, Kurt."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    He almost chokes on his delicious sandwich. He coughs a bit, makes what looks like a painful swallow and pounds on his chest as if to knock the bite down a bit. "Zum teufal!" Kurt gulps down several swallows of his beer. it is bad enough he was thinking about maybe possibly children. Lorna too? Cough. Wheeze. Gulps down more beer.
    "Ja. Tennis balls." Kurt finally agrees. He pushes a hand through his hair, his tail tightening on Lorna's ankle. His yellow eyes seek out Hank. "Should be my coloration, her powers?" He asks, trying to remember the lessons. "Or am I remembering wrong?"

Beast has posed:
Hank :Accepts the hug, mumbling, then leans back against the counter, crossing his arms. "You know.. technically.. Your children wouldn't be mutants, per se." he tells them. "I mea, they WOULD be, but not like us. Mutants usually refer to the generation that was initially mutated.. First generation. or the child of a mutant and a human who undergoes X-pression.. Secod genration and on are technically an actual new species, if the genes are compatible enough. We just keep calling them mutants because, well, thats what the world thinks of them.. us.."

"The more succsessive generations of 'mutants' that pass, I believe, the more that many expressions of mutancy will be weeded out, with only the most powerful, or usefeul, mutant abilities surviving.. forming into bloodlines..." he stops, realizing he is lecturing.. "Sorry... " he says, looking sheepish. "But Lorna /is/ a good case in point. She inherited her father's mutation, though somewhat altered but that can be accounted to by the genetics of her mother. BUt the main 'mutation' bred true already.. so it is a /dominant/ recessive.. if that makes sense. It is a good chance her shildren, no matter the male 'donor', will inherit some level of her magnetic abilities..."

He looks to Kurt now. "I am not sure, Kurt. Your mutation, like mine, is fairly extreme. Such extremem physical expressions tend to pass onto children as well. So there is a very good chance that if you and lorna were to have children, some of your physical phenotype will be passed on, as well as some of lorna's magnetic ability. Though the form may be more streamlined, a better merging of yours and hers physical charactistics.. but I bet the coloration would be yours."

Polaris has posed:
"So cute blue magnets." Lorna smiles big and cheesy, playing along. "But I mean, that's a big if-though I did almost date this guy who wanted to knock me up because he had a thing for green. You don't want to knock me up because the green do you?" She wonders and sips her beer before looking to Hank. "That is interesting. So, really, we have more or less three species of homo this or that? With standard human, mutant like myself-as far as we know my ma was human-and mutants like Kurt?" She gestures between him and herself. "The mundanes would pee themselves." She murmurs and leans her chin in her hand, looking to watch Tatum bake. "Well, some of them would."

Deadzone has posed:
Stirring ingredients together as the conversation goes on, Tatum listens with intererst. "So different bloodlines of mutants? Like Homo Magneticus and Homo NoPowersForYou-us?" She looks to Hank, looking thoughtful. "So, does that mean we're going to have blue haired children? That's actually pretty cool. Should I start thinking of baby names now? Maybe another Henry Philip?" She licks some of the batter off her fingertips and goes to pour it in a specially made pan just for homemade twinkies.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Ja.' Kurt pauses. "I am ... well, I am second generation on both sides." Kurt gets uneasy. His demeanor changes. One can almost see him fade out a little in his place. Like he's afraid. His eyes growing dim. 'Mystique is mein mother. Mein father is a teleporting, demonic mutant. Azazel." he's also demonic, but Kurt leaves that out. "I inherited traits from both. Obviously. Would that indicate that mein teleportation abilities would be more heritable?"
    Kurt looks really pained, and looks aside. "I am sorry, Hank. I know that your research might be helped by that sort of information. it is very hard to tell your.. well, your older brother that you have... just evil parents. He's ashamed. It is writ large on his face. Kurt looks aside, absolutely devastated. 'She threw me off a waterfall within hours of mein birth to avoid being hunted down." Kurt pushes away his plate and takes a little short sip of his beer. "I am sorry, Hank. I should haff told you."

Beast has posed:
Hank sighs. "Not true species... They would be True Homo Superior. Think of teh blood lines like.. sub-ethnic groups." he tries to explain.. then blinks at tatum. "Blue... I..." he gulps a little. "Love.. I can't tell you what our children would be like. There are too many different factors. Like... like..." he looks panicky but then SAVED BUY THE BELL.. a bell named Kurt Wagner.

"Your mother is MYSTIQUE?!?" he asks.. "Why.. why have you nevr TOLD me this?" he asks, looking flabberghasted. The information about the father, and the ghastly history....

He rests a paw on his friend shoulder. "No.. No you don't have to apologize. Not now.. Not ever." he says, firmly. "Your past is yours to share. And sometimes I forget that not everyone was as lucky as I was to have parents like mine." he squeezes gently. "It's okay, Kurt. Really."

Polaris has posed:
Looking at Kurt, Lorna rests a hand on his leg. "You're not your parents anymore than I'm my father. Take your own medicine my love." She tells him softly and looks to Tatum with a grin. She's slower to let Hank off the hook. "Are you first gen, Tate, maybe we could figure it out? I'm fairly sure Hank is, so maybe it'd be a toss up. Though if we both have blue fuzzbabies we're making sure they're besties. Ooooh, they could date some day, and then we could start talking about grand babies together!" She reaches for her beer, dithering in silliness.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum knew this already about the Kurt from her world, but he wasn't proud of his heritage either. She lets Hank, who has known Kurt far longer then she has, to comfort him, but adds in her own words of solace. "Kurt, you aren't your parents, whether they are good or bad. Your mother is Mystique and I'm a genetic research project by HYDRA. That doesn't make either of us like them, no matter how much we might look like them physically." Lorna's talk about grandbabies gets a grin from Tatum. "Yeah, I'm first gen. Like I said, I was a genetic experiment. Trying to make the perfect super mutant super soldier. It's why the sugar thing. They programmed that into me somehow, thinking they could control me and my kind by controlling our sugar intake with our diet. You should see me without sugar. I get... kinda weird." She frowns. "YOu don't think our kids will get that from me, do you? THe sugar thing? I don't want to give birth to mutant assassins."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    The words help, but Hank's touch and Lorna's both have an obvious and instant effect on Kurt. His eyes get brighter. He touches Hank's hand briefly before masculine protocol demand he let it go. Lorna's hand gets clutched tight. His grins as it returns shows more of his usual confidence. Lorna's little teasing might have gone that iota too far as Kurt quietly admits, "Does not sound so bad." As something that was a maybe, someday thing becomes something more real, immediate, possible, and safe for Kurt. Poor Lorna. Definitely poor Lorna, as there is a real twinkle in Kurt's eye as he gives her a little look and squeezes her hand once. He quietly assures Hank. "Tomorrow, I will give you the full story. I expect you will need more blood? If it can help your research, I would be happy to help, mein freund."

Beast has posed:
Hank sighs as Lorna doesn't let him off the hook... removing his specs and massaging the bridge of his leonine snout. "In my case.. OUR case.." he begins, motioning between Tatum and himself.. then listens to her explanation of her heritage, which he already knows, and of which he elaborates on. "In OUR case It's not about being first gen or second..." he says. He puts his glasses back on. "Tatum's X-gene /expression/ was artifically induced. She /was/ born with the X-Gene, true, but what we call X-Negative. Meaning that while she was genetically a mutant, her x-gene was double recessive and unlikely to express except in the rarest cases. It is actually quite common, we believe, that there are about three to five unexpressed X-negatives for every one mutant that does express.. what we call X-Positive.."

"Anyways, It was through.. unethical chemical therapy and genetic therapy on her mother that her x-gene was artifically activated.

He then motions to himself. "I was born a mutant, true. From day one. Big hands, feet, sapien features. My parents were both X-Negative... from working years at a nuclear power research station. So they had the x-genes but in me it was x-positive.. so I am sort of second generation, even though my parents don't have powers and never will since they are well passed the age of expression. But.. My hirsute blue leonine form.. That is an artificial secondary mutation caused by.. by my own stupidity trying the cure myself." he says with guilt. "All these factors make it... less than certain to determine what our children will be like or.. or even if we can have any." he says honestly. "I could have genetically sterilized myself because of my cure, for all I know.." he whispers, apologetic and guilt ridden.

He suddenly cannot look at Tatum. Kurt he can look at, but only for a moment. "You can give me the full story, or as little of it, as you wish Kurt. You know I will listen.. and not judge. We cans ee what we can do from there.." he says then, shoudlers sagging, he makes for the door. "I have some medical records to go over for the new students. I will.. be in my office."

Deadzone has posed:
Well, that was a bit of a ticking time bomb. Tatum looks a little stunned. THe joking about children just suddenly got very serious, and not in a good way. She doesn't even seem to notice at first when Hank heads out to his office. After a few moments of silence, Tatum takes off her apron, hanging it up. "When the cakes timer goes off... could you take them out of the oven please? I need to talk to Hank," she says to the other couple before running off down the hall, her stillettos clicking with every step.