6000/Its Where the Food Is

Its Where the Food Is
Date of Scene:	15 December 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gambit, Rogue, Phoenix, Cannonball

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Gambit has posed:
Sometimes a man just feels like cooking, and it's that day for Remy LeBeau. Wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt as well as a red apron that says "Embrassez le cuisinier." he transfers seasoned chicken pieces into hot oil. "So dare is mah papa, his face completely covered in custard." the Cajun offers with a smirk, "Folks got de clown pinned down, but lemme tell yah day yah could 'eard a flea fart in dat room." He screws the lid down on the pressure cooker wiping his hands, "So papa take 'is finger an' wipe some of de cream off 'is cheek, pop it in 'is mout' and goes 'Hmm, Banana cream mah favorite."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue doesn't live at Xavier's, she lives in NYC, but she's in the process of trying to transfer from NYU back to Xavier's because she's tired of all the big city politics and attitudes of the other students there. She wants a more intimate educational experience like she got from here... and she needs to advance her education and become a Teacher's Assistant, to which she'd prefer to assist a teacher at this school over any others.

Right now she's leaning on the island counter in the kitchen with her elbows on the granite countertop and her eyes down on a magazine that she's flipping through the pages of while she listens to the cajun's story which just makes her smirk and raise her green eyes up to look past her dangling white bangs. "You're makin' all'a that up." She sasses him softly before she reaches a hand out to pick up a cup of fresh hot tea to sip from it.

Gambit has posed:
"Now yah wouldn' just go an' call dis poo' Cajun boy a lier woul' yah? Not when Ah'm planin' on feeding yah too?" he asks gesturing to the pressure cooker where the chicken is frying. He moves to start making the potato salad. "So yeah, dat was papa's way. Whole crowd ready ta rip dis boy apart, and one joke later everyone laughing.

Phoenix has posed:
The bonus of living at Xavier's is that occasionally, something grand will happen in the kitchen. Remy could be accused of many things, but being a bad cook isn't one of them, and he's actually Jean's only avenue to New Orleans style cooking, and Cajun food happens to be a celebration. It helps if you like spicy, but Jean has found it tolerable. Especially when it comes with such a yumm factor. So she follows the smell rather than any telepathic invasion, as she soon appears in the kitchen's door, "Remy...so you're to blame for the smell, hope you made enough for more than just you and Rogue...?" It's a question, but the undertone suggests Jean would appreciate very much if there was at least some for her.

Rogue has posed:
"No no no." Rogue replies after sipping her tea and setting the glass back down. "Free food is neve'ah somethin' I shame'n shun." She says with a little smirk before her eyes look back down to the magazine in front of her. "Well that sounds like it was a good time. My daddy was drunk mosta the time, not sure what his favorite foods were." She mutters that last bit just a second before Jean strides in.

With the redhead's arrival, Rogue straightens up and stands in front of the island counter now, she looks to her and smiles brightly before she motions over to the pressure cooker. "That things loaded, probably with enough t'feed the whole damn school twice over." That might be a fib, but its a well intentioned one! "And at least this is a good smell he can be blamed for, yeah?" She says with a soft grin.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau scoffs at Rogue's barb, "Ah don' 'ave ta take dis abuse from yah chere, Ah got people lining up an' around de block jus' waiting ta abuse me." he says playfully and nods to Jean, "Learned ta cook from mah Papa's ol' 'ouse keeper, Ms. Pottswort'. Course since dare always a 'ole pack of us, nevah really learned ta cook in small batches. Likely enough foh about six in dare." He says amused. He takes off his apron and hangs it up. "Course yah wanna eat, we sharing stories. Yah got a good one Jeanie?" he asks playfully.

Phoenix has posed:
"If there's gumbo or jambalaya to be had, I never complain of the smell, though it does make me want to eat more than I should," Jean grins at Rogue as she moves in to the fridge to get herself some carrot juice, "so is it a coincidence we're seeing more of you Rogue? Because I like having you here, I'm sure the Avengers lead an exciting life and everything, but I like having my family nearby."

Jean looks quite approving at how Remy learned to cook, and how convenient it is for them that he only cooks in large batches. But at the suggestion of a story, she takes a moment to think it over, she's been in such constant stress lately, that it's not that simple to have one that's not glum pop to mind. "Well, there's a silly one, one of the first few modelling jobs I got, was a silly thing for Halloween. Supposed to be a sexy witch or something, and it was supposed to be taking place in Salem, for irony I guess?" Jean muses, never having really gotten the gist of that specific shoot, but at the time, she basically took every single job she was offered. After all, she had modelling aspirations. "Anyways...long story short, did you know there was more than just Salem, MA? I wound up going to the one in New Jersey, and I lost both the train money, and the gig...so, yeah, it's important to stay in school. Now I know better."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue smirks big at Remy's retort to her. "I'm just teasin' ya." She replies to the man before she shakes her head side to side. "Miss Pottsworth did a fine job with your cookin' skills, this I know for a fact." Her gloved hand close the pages on the magazine and she sets it bac kinto the wicker basket on the counter that the others are resting in. She averts her gaze over to Jean when she grabs that bottle of carrot juice and it makes Rogue grin more. "So thats why your hair's so red." She idly comments, just playing around though. Her head shakes side to side and her white bangs wave against the sides of her face as she does so. "I was hopin' t'transfer from NYU back t'here to finish my degree. Admittedly." She tells the headmistress, not having had a chnace to do it the other night when that 14 year old Mage-kid was here.

Rogue slides a glove off of her right hand then and reaches out for a white chocolate pretzel in a glass jar on the counter. "Ya know there's pushback against those Halloween sexytime costumes, but I consider that t'be a buncha bullshit myself. If ya got a good body, ya should flaunt it before Time up'n takes it away from ya." She pops the white sugary pretzel into her mouth then and speaks through it. "Or food takes it away."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau manages to, without missing a beat in his cooking, pick up a wooden spoon and swat the back of Rogues hand as she snags the pretzel, then in a voice not unreminicant of that old house keeper "Yah ruin yah dinner." his eyes playful none the less as he turns to Jean, "How yah not realizing yah be goin' ta Jersey chere?" he asks Jean with a grin, "Ah mean shouldn' de fire an' Brimstone 'ave been a clue?" he stirs the Gumbo a little more, letting the smells waft through the house.

Phoenix has posed:
"Obviously, my parents let me have too much carrot juice when I was teeny weeny, and that's what happened," Jean laughs, since she's become the Headmistress, she's heard far fewer if any redhead jokes. While juvenile, it was somewhat refreshing to have Rogue around. She didn't mind the irreverence one bit. "So...want some?" Jean offers Rogue as she gets herself a glass, "not even going to ask you Remy, I gather you only drink stuff with alcohol in it, right?" Jean smiles at Rogue, and is quick to note, "you know you only need the application as a formality, obviously, you're an auto-approval." Jean shrugs, "like Bob Dylan sang, the times they are a-changin'...what once was acceptable, later on isn't, and vice-versa. I mean, the idea of a woman holding a position of Headmistress was ludicrous in the past, and yet here I am."

Jean laughs at Remy's joke, and she follows it up with a stammered, "I wasn't that great a student as a teen, at least early on, so I honestly didn't know it wasn't the one in Jersey."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes walking in from way of the the garage. The young man is dressed in the deliver uniform of the local pizza place. He is carrying a pizza, and sets it down on the counter. He looks up, and sees everyone, offers a smile in greeting "Oh hello ya'll, anyone wants some pizza have at it, just plan on putting it in the fridge as fair game.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue takes the smack to the back of her ungloved hand and she just says "Owie." Even though it doesn't actually hurt her at all. Its just the natural reaction to such an action! She looks up and over at Remy and gives him a staring glare, but she knows he's mostly right... All the same she just sticks her tongue out at him and waves her head back and forth a bit before she looks back to Jean and cracks a smile at her.

"I might try some, but not at the moment. I like tomato juice though... and its yet t'turn me red." The bit about being an auto-approval makes her smiling lips shift into a pleased grin and she bounces a bit in her place where she stands. Clearly pleased by this news! "Awesome... I'm admittedly kinda sick'a New York. I mean I like it for the night life, but the rest is just kinda... growin' old. Avengers ain't asked me for help on nothin' for awhile, even though I'm still on their pay role."

When Sam strides in, Rogue's green gaze widens at the sight of the pizza. She's hungry... Remy's food isn't ready quite yet and now there's fair game pizza. "Well heya there, Miste'ah Guthrie. I like your uniform." She says in a sassy and teasing kind of way.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau rolls his eyes slightly as Rogue starts eyeing the pizza that Sam is carrying, he smirks at JEan adding "Ah can' win." to Sam he just nods and says "Dare is Fried chicken an' Gumbo in de makings, pull up a seat if yah still 'ungry." He takes a clean spoon and tastes the soup, adding "No one allergic ta shrimp right? Rogue, yah turn foh a story."

Phoenix has posed:
"Sam...you should know better, if Remy's up to cooking, there's no way pizza could measure up to it." Jean says before conceding, "but I bet the kids would go for the pizza over anything else, so, still a nice gesture. How have you been Mr. Guthrie? Back with us for good?"

"Oh?" Jean chuckles as Rogue shares of her status with the Avengers, "I'd say that a good situation to have, though I can understand wanting to be more active rather then sit back and enjoy. I agree with you about the city, great night life, but it really is a stressful place to live day to day." Jean raises her hand at Remy's line of sight, "count me in for the gumbo, beats pizza ten out of ten times."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Gambit, and asks the question few might dare to ask, but Sam is a southern boy, and from Kentucky no less. "Your chicken any good Mr. LeBeau?' He asks, and to Jean, he answers "Thats the plan, thats where the pizza comes in, figure Ah am going to need a job if Ah want to have some spending money. He slides the box towards Rogue if she wants some before the other food. Opening it up, will find it is half meat lover, a quarter cheese, and a quarter veggie.

Rogue has posed:
"A story?" Rogue asks Remy as he tells her that and instantly about 80 different stories fly through her cluttered mind all at once, even if its just jumbled up fragments of different things she's experienced in her busy 19.9 years on this planet. On the verge of turning 20 next month, Rogue's been through a lot so far! "Oh gosh, where would I _even_ begin..."

She looks to Jean and shows a sly little grin. "Last thing I did with the Avengers... or _an_ Avenger was go'n be pretty for some giant snake monster that Thor needed t'talk to. He said the snake god was more pleasant if a pretty lady was nearby. So... naturally the big damn thing was all kindsa nice after seein' me." She open gloats some just before the pizza box slides up against her hand son the edge of the counter.

Her hungry eyes drop down to it and she stares openly for a pair of seconds before she just pats the top of the warm cardboard box with her gloved left hand. "Probably best t'leave this for the little ones. They probably will have it gone in a matter'a seconds!" She looks to Sam and smiles at him.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "No dat sound like an interesting story right dare," He says playfully. "So what dis snake god 'ave ta say foh itself once yah got it all charmed?" he asks playfully, then looking at Sam and saying "Boy, Ah take allot of t'ings from allot of people, but if yah go about disparaging Mrs. Pottswort's secret fried chicken recipe, den me an' yah gonna spend some quality time toget'er in de Danger Room, non?" its said completely playfully though, no insult obviously taken.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean looks shocked when Sam dares question the quality of Gambit's chicken, but then Rogue one ups that quip by relating the tale of how she served as a wouldbe sacrificial pretty princess for a giant beast of Norse Mythology, and she just cracks up laughing. Regardless of whether it's proper or not, she just laughs loudly, holding on to the kitchen isle as she bends over in convulsion, "oh my god! That's...that's! Hilarious!" She keeps going for another minute or two, before struggling to catch her breath. "Those Avengers are a hoot. Rogue, the fair damsel in distress, offered to appease the monster of legend. Funniest thing I heard today! That monster is lucky you didn't decide to end it!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to Gambit smiling back, and says "Ah am sure, it stands a chance of being some pretty good chicken, but you want the best, me and you we gotta go back to Cumberland. But if you want something more than a wing you either gotta hope Ma is serving it out or be fast on the draw.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins at both Gambit and Jean's reaction to her story and she shakes her head at them both. "The thing was the size of this _house_ ya know?" She tells them both. "And he didn't speak English, he was speakin' some language I don't even know. Starin' at me the whole time he was talkin' t'Thor!" She reaches out to try to sneak another pretzel from the glass jar while Jean is laughing, hoping to use that as a distraction to get another white chocolate treat.

"Thor said he had t'tell the 'World Eaters' that Asgard was gone and that its people had relocated to Earth... Thankfully there weren't nothin' about sacrificin' me. Cause yeah, I don't _wanna_ fight a house sized water snake, But I will if I have'ta!"

Marie spares a glance over to Samuel then and she smirks at him. "This is what happenes when people ask me for my stories. Things get weird."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau has reflexes like a snake, without even looking he takes the wooden spoon, slapping the lip of the pretzel jar just a second before Rogues fingers arrive at it, he then looks over at her and gives her a playful wink before adding "Dat quick enough on de draw foh yah Sam?" then to Rogue adds, "Yah wanna get de corn bread outta de oven chere?" his tone sachrine as he takes the gumbo off the heat and starts getting out plates.

Phoenix has posed:
When Jean eventually manages to stop laughing hysterically, she straightens up a bit, still giggling a bit, as she looks at Rogue and asks, "was there a frilly Disney princess dress involved? Please say yes!" She does eventually eases down on the jokes, and quips, "that giant snake is actually from Norse Mythology, I wonder if it's one and the same, it's prophecized to destroy the world during Ragnarok, so, that's quite an exceptional experience to stand next to such a creature. I guess Thor really thinks highly of you, Rogue...and it also makes me wonder, where the Vikings right? Seems like we meet the gods and creatures of their mythology alarmingly frequently."

Jean drinks some of her carrot juice and shakes her head at Rogue, "your story is the best one yet." The mention of the cornbread has Jean shifting focus to the oven. "He's right Rogue, you should go get it, and I'm thinking it would go well with a nutella spread."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles, and looks over to Gambit, and says "Maybe a thigh, Elle is a fast one." He jokes, but does look over to Rogue as the conversation seems to get a bit serious "Any word if Eitri or his daughter have shown up?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just grins at the both of them as she starts around the counter and toward the oven that has the requested food inside it. She takes off her left glove now leaving both of her hands bare and to the shock of some people who aren't used to seeing someone do this, she just opens the stove and reaches inside it with a bare hand to pull the rack out and grab the pan that the food has been cooking inside of.

"No princess dresses." Rogue replies then. "But if there had been, I assure ya, I woulda rocked the hell outta one." And the pan is deposited on top of the stove's smooth surface. "I kinda figured that I was seein' somethin' pretty Old World with that thing though. I mean it just... had that air about it. Fifty foot tall snake monster and all." A breath is drawn in and she slowly shakes her head as she steps back from the stove then and places her hand son the sides of her hips.

She looks back toward the other three and leans back against the kitchen counter behind her in this large fancy kitchen. "I helped the Asgardians out as much as I could. Especially when their ship came crashin' down t'Earth. That... that was pretty nuts."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau glances at Jean and shakes his head, "Wastin' good cornbread by puttin' anything but butter on it. Ah swear some people's children.." he smirks a bit however even as he liberates the chicken from the oil and starts handing out plates, "Well we all family 'ere, ain' nobody gonna stand on ceremony. 'Elp yahselves." he says, though he makes sure to snag a large breast out of the basket and onto his own plate before finishing the sentence. I mean he's sen mutants eat too many times not to.

Phoenix has posed:
"Is that a new trick, Rogue?" Jean asks when Rogue handles heat like it was no biggie. Not that Jean should express such wonderment, considering she burnt her room a few months back, but it's always easier to ignore the stuff you're doing yourself.

"I've no doubt you would have, Rogue, all joking aside, I'd love to have a dress like that." Jean chuckles, "there's another story for you, Disney theme park rejected me for portraying a Princess in their parks, I think it was the red hair, they only want blondes." When Rogue describes the size of the monster, Jean remarks, "I'd be perfectly okay never having to witness a snake of that size." Jean grins at Rogue's mention of her involvement with the Asgardians, "so, you could say you're really tight with the gods, huh? At least the Asgardian ones. Not bad. Think you could get any of your Asgardian buddies to be a guest on a Norse mythology class?" That last question actually sounded quite serious.

"If you say so, Remy, guess I'll try one with butter." Jean concedes and goes about getting herself a piece just as Remy suggested.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will move to get him some of each of the food, going to at least try some even if not overly hungry. He will look over, and says "Cold it is pretty good with mayo on it." He will comment on cornbread.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just starts setting herself up a plate of food while she listens to the others, she has bare hands right now so she's consciously avoiding getting too close to the others in the kitchen as well.

"I'd never kick ya outta nothin', Jean." Rogue tells the other female in the room. "And if ya ever wanna dress up as Princesses with me and storm that Disney fortress, you just let me know and we'll make it happen." She grins over to the other before she finishes setting up her food and she sweeps herself over to the table.

"And nope, I can handle hot stuff just fine. Its cold stuff that gives me trouble, strange as that may be. Doctor McCoy said it had somethin' t'do with cold slowin' my muscles down, lockin'em up, where heat kept them loose... Or... somethin', I can't remember. He says a lotta stuff and he's usually just yellin' at me within minutes of us chattin' with each other."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau just shakes his head at Sam, muttering something that sounds allot like "blasphemous heathens," but grins none the less, once his own plate is loaded he takes his seat next to Rogue, bows his head for a quick, private, word of grace, and then goes to get the hot sauce because he forgot to get it before he sat down. "Ah nevah 'ad a problem wit' Henri yelling at me. Ah just stay outta de med lab. Works like a charm.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to the other man and says "When your feeding as many mouths as ma was, you have to be creative." He says a prayer before trying the food and after a few bites, he will add "Not bad, not bad at all, I give it the seal of approval."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks slightly, adding hotsauce liberally to the gumbo and the chicken then offering it over to Sam, "Yah praise fills me wit' contentment. Like being smot'ered under a ton of puppies." He says with playful sarcasm.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks, a bit and does use some hot sauce, but not as much as the cajun. "Well it should, it should." He says back. "Something about Gambit having not been a teacher when Sam ws a new mutant, and him being southen. sam can talk to him as mor eof an equal.

Gambit has posed:
Which is, in all honesty, how Gambit prefers it as well. He likes to banter, trade barbs. He takes a large spoonful of the fragrant Gumbo and smiles with contentment. "Well boy, if yah ask mah opinion, yah jus' got impossibly 'ight standards." He says with a bit of a grin. "So 'ow t'ings been going foh yah around 'ere Sam?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie continues to eat and says "Wel just got back myselkf not long ago. trying to look at the new class of New Mutants, got Illyana helping me. I think we could do them a world of good. I know Ms.Grey, Dr. Mccoy and the others were busy when we went through here, but Ah think having someone who went through the same things around the same age is a good thing. Don't get me wrong, The Professor, and Magneto both did the best they could and we learned alot, but the Professor, well he had that principle vibe to him, and Magneto, there was bad blood that at first that took some time to get past.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau nods his agreement and understanding to Sam's words. "It' does 'elp Ah'm sure. Yah c'n often learn more from yah peers, or at least dose yah consider yah peers, den yah can from people older, wiser, etcetera." he smirks a bit harder at the younger man's explanation of the Professor and Magneto. "still can' argue wit' de results. Dey managed to churn yah out, non?

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and nods to this and says "Not just me, Ah would face Heaven or Hell with any or all of them by my side. It is something Ah think that is a side effect of the Professor's dream, and us all trying to fight for it. It is something Ah believe is strong in military units, but Ah think more here. Those you face trials of fire with become your family. Ah mean, Ah got blood family, and Ah think everyone knows I would do anything and everything for them. But those here, there family too. It is sorta like your class here is your brothers and sisters, and the other classes while maybe not as close are your cousins, your aunts and uncles. Those people you know ya might not see as much as your siblings, but you know have your back, and you have theirs.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau's smile is a halfway thing, genuine and approving. "Yah said a mout'ful dar mon ami." He says holding his fist out towards the younger man for a fist bump. "COurse it nevah 'urts dat when yah go t'rough de trenches wit' someone... well Ah guess aftah a while dare, yah can' 'elp yahself." He glances towards the fridge then asks, "So awful lot of pizza yah brought 'ome foh one man. Get yahself a 'ot date?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie does bump fists and shakes his head, and says "Na, Ah aint really been seeing anyone since Lila and I split, that is just I get a discount on a pizza a night, and figured with people sneaking in here at all hours looking for something, even cold pizza aint to bad. Not sure if the new kids have found ways to sneak stuff in yet, well pretty sure they have, but have to be different than we used. I don't think they have a teleporter.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, "MAybe Ah'm de crazy one, but Ah've always felt dat pizza bettah after it was refrigerated anyway." He says with a chuckle. At the lack of teleporter comment he shakes his head slightly, "Not dat dey aren't 'andy, but Ah've always found it a bad idea ta rely on someone else's power. Hell it's a bad idea to rely on yah own to 'eavily. Yah nevah know when situation might come up yah can' use it."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "True, but Ah am just thinking about the simple things and how we did it. Illyana made sneaking out pretty simple. Which may end up biting me in the backside, as I will have to work a bit more to find the more mundane ways of sneaking out.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and says, "well if yah need lessons..." he lets the sentence hang tantilizingly in the air, playfully challenging.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Ah may take you up on that, learning from an expert is always a good thing. So your opion which is harder sneaking in or out of a place?"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau looks amused by the question and waffles his hand back and forth, "It really depends on de situation non? Place like dis?" he asks gesturing around the school as a whole. "Into, definitely. Prisons? Out of. What is de security designed ta do, non?"