9702/Whatcha Got Cookin'

Whatcha Got Cookin'
Date of Scene:	22 October 2019
Location:	Kitchen - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Triage, Remy, and Shannon all chit-chat over some fresh mac 'n cheese, possible plans for a bonfire are made. Good company, and good food enjoyed by all!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Triage, Gambit

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Nightingale has posed:
     After the fitness challenge in the danger room, Mr. McCoy had given orders for those involved to hydrate, shower, and get something to eat. Hydration, check. Shower, check. But one item on the list remained.

     Food. And not just any food. Familiar bubbly, ooey, gooey cheesy aromas filled the kitchen, with the mansion's resident winged healer washing up some of the dishes while the pan is in the oven. Shannon winces a little bit as she moves, but just smiles to herself. Oh yes. It was well worth it!

Triage has posed:
Chris peeks into the kitchen and sees Shannon at the sink "I smell something good baking!" he says. "Do you mind if I give you a hand?" He appears to have followed the advice to shower, and now wears a pair of sweatpants and an emerald green hoodie with "Spyro Gyra" scrawled across it in yellow lettering and a flowing, fanciful script, along with a saxophone and a string of eigth and sixteenth notes. On his feet are a pair of light gray sneakers.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles and steps back from the sink, rolling her shoulders and swinging her arms a little bit to try and work out the soreness. But she flinches. Maybe 100 push-ups at a clip hadn't been such a hot idea. Still, now she'd have to train at that level consistently, and that would take fuel. "Feel free. I'm really feeling it after all that in the DR today." She slides onto a stool by the counter. "But it was worth it! Kurt gets his beer, and us kids get to feast!"

Triage has posed:
Chris pushes the sleeves of the hoodie up past his elbows. Then his hands dive into the sudsy water. "'Feel the burn!' they say. I'll admit that I felt that I was on fire, and not in a good way. I couldn't let that pass, not with ice cream on the line!" He glances to Shannon and grins. "The food smells delicious! How are your shoulders?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes and lets out a rueful laugh. "They feel like someone stuck red-hot pokers into them and twisted real hard. You?" She glances towards the oven and smiles. "Figured I'd make the mother of all comfort foods... mac 'n cheese. Simple, cheap, and I thought maybe Bean could use some, too. I might save some aside for both Sam's, actually." She chortles and nods, grinning. "Yeah, the ice cream didn't hurt. Now we've just got to think out how we want Jubilee to make good on the bet. Ice cream party just for those of us who were in there? Or see if we can talk her into working with us to put one together for everyone?"

Triage has posed:
"I was kidding her about ice cream for the whole school," Chris admits. "If she really wants to do that, it shouldn't be an obligation. That's too much to ask. She might need to ask permission and we might not get the ice cream until next year." He lifts a dish from the soapy sink and places it in the one beside it for later rinsing. "While I showered, I had an idea." he pauses to scrub at a particularly stubborn spot on the next dish, and then sets it with the others in the 'rinse' sink. "Halloween is coming, and kids love ice cream. If Jubilee will agree, we could invite the kid with the best costume to our party, assuming that he or she wants to come. If that doesn't work, I'll take the kid for to some place in town for dinner."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and just smiles some. "Yeah, maybe you're right on that. Still, just... kind of seems selfish to keep the ice cream to ourselves, you know? Tempting as it is." She chuckles softly, leaning forward onto her elbows, propping herself up on the counter. "Curious, what kind are you gonna go for?"

The oven timer goes off just then, leaving little time for reflection, whether on matters of ice cream and sweets, or anything else. She grabs a pair of oven mitts, slides them on, and gets the pan out of the oven. It looks like it's about full sheet cake size. Oh yes, she'd been planning on a feeding frenzy! There's a couple trivets waiting on the center island, and she sets the pan on top of these to cool, turning the oven off.

"Huh, ice cream as a costume party prize? That could work. But that'd be outside of us winning the bet, right? I think Jubilee might go for it, or whoever's in charge of Halloween things this year. Who would we even talk to about that?"

Triage has posed:
Chris hurries the dishes along while ensuring that each gets a thorough scrubbing. "I was thinking of Jubilee more than anything. She made the bed. I don't think that we should push too much. Still ..." He grins. "She is a counselor, counselors should be concerned for the mental well-being of their clients, and ice cream usually does wonders for a client's well-being. Right?" He moves the last dish into the "rinse" sink and sets to work again, checking each dish until all are free of sunds, and adding them to a dishrack on the counter to dry. While he cleans out the first sink, he mentions, "I still would like for the whole school to have something. Even a bonfire by the lake to toast marshmallows and such would be great!"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, ambling about the kitchen in her favorite PJ's... her baggy grey tank top, red tartan sweatpants, and goofy Old English sheepdog slippers. She's gathering plates and cutlery, taking out a few extra besides enough for her and Triage, knowing all too well the feeding frenzy that often ensued when she baked. "Yeah, but if we're going to do a bonfire and toast marshmallows, we should do that pretty soon before the snow flies. I don't know how bad the winters get here, but back home in Connecticut, they could sometimes get pretty ugly."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau comes in, a casual smirk to go with his ever cocky stride. "So in de las' t'irty secconds, Ah've smelled food, an' 'eard suggestions of bot' Ice Cream an' Pyromania. Dis conversation sounds like it needs more Remy if yah ask me." He says amused, taking a glass bottle of soda out of the fridge, touching the underside of the cap with his thumb, and sending it flipping into the air like a coin.

Triage has posed:
"That's a good point. Weather has been erratic. It doesn't need to be a bonfire but I think that the kids would like something outside before Old Man Winter comes, and when he comes here? He hits hard," Chris answers Shannon. Done with the sinks, he joins Shannon in preparing for the food. He carries a stack of tumblers to the table, knowing that everyone will help themselves to their beverages of choice. Once he has delivered them, he rolls his shoulders. When Remy waks into the room, grabs a drink, and sends the cap soaring, he calls, "Heads!"

Nightingale has posed:
     Well, now there was a soul Shannon hadn't seen for quite some time! "Bonsoir, Remy! Yes, there's food, just out of the oven. Crying shame you weren't in here a few days ago, new student turned out to be a dab hand in the kitchen. She was showing me the fine art of making a proper shrimp po'boy. Alas, all I have to offer is humble mac 'n cheese." She waves her hand towards the counter, where the pan of gooey goodness rests, with its topping of toasted, buttery breadcrumbs. "The ice cream is from a fitness challenge from Jubilee we both won, and the bonfire, well... blame Chris here for that idea!"

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks and moves to get himself a bowl, "Dare ain' not'ing 'umble 'bout 'ow dat mac n' cheese look." He says with a slight grin. Thoyugh he does fetch the hot sauce too, because Remy. "so what yah t'inking Chris? Jus' some pre-winter blow off? Mashmellow an' hot dogs, an' folks alternating between bein' to 'ot standin' close ta de fire an' freezin' dare neit'er reagions off if dey walk more den t'ree feet from it?"

Triage has posed:
"That was the idea," Chris answers. "If it's something else and not a bonfire, I'm sure it will be fine, as long as the kids, particularly the smaller ones who might feel cramped by being inside so much, have a reason to go outside and enjoy the yard before the weather turns bad." Then he looks to Shannon. "Mac 'n' cheese looks humble so that the other foods won't be jealous." Then he asks, "Did Gwendolyn teach you all of the tricks, or will I need to hunt for her when I have a craving for one of those po'boys?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs, and smiles ruefully. "You might want to go looking for her, at least till I get the hang of making the things. I swear, though, one taste of of one of those, and I could've sworn I was back in N'awlins." She gets a bowl and fork for herself, not at all shy about serving out a heaping helping of the good stuff in the pan. "Only been there once, but I remember the trip fondly. Oh, lordy, the music /everywhere/... it was heavenly!"

Peering over at Remy as she slides onto a stool at the counter, she nibbles on her culinary creation, almost purring a little bit. Sometimes, simple pleasures were the best. "For a little while there, Noriko and Ellie were joking that baking must be my power, but nope. Just a healer. Kind of makes me think, I never found out what yours was, Remy."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau shrugs a little bit as he spoons a large portion of the Mac into his own bowl, smirking slightly. "Well de short answer is dat Ah blow stuff up. Dare is some finesse to it, but dat's de long an' short. Also Ah've got a razor sharp wit, chick magnet accen' an' good looks on loan from God... but dat's gettin' lucky in anot'er part of de genetic lottery." He offers with a smile, turning his attention to Chris to say, "If yah do it on de beach by de lake, de winds'll be worse, but dare ain' near as much ta catch fire by accident. Ah know a place dat might 'ave some old scrap palets. Can give dem a call. Say maybe friday night?

Triage has posed:
"I'm not even sure what to plan, whether anyone else will like it, or what plans the staff might have." Chris shrugs. "I know that Andrea has her Glee Club preparing a show. That might be enough." After Remy finishes, he reaches for the spoon and heaps the gooey golden goodness into a bowl. He forgoes the hot sauce, preferring to savor the humble delicacy on its own. He digs into the mound and lifts his fork, leaning over the bowl for his first steaming bite.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Still, I do like the idea of a bonfire. And I think Andrea might have shifted the Glee Club meetings to Wednesdays. I know she's pretty keen on casting me as Sherrie in 'Rock of Ages'. Friday night... guess it'd depend on how late the bonfire was, at least for me, and if we can get staff to go along with the idea. Shannon shrugs, and smiles. "I really try to keep that time free for class down by the lake."

     At Remy's rather effusive expression of his own gifts, she just rolls her eyes and laughs. "Oi, sure seems like the Almighty blessed you with modesty as well." Uh-huh. And if that was the case, just mentioning such a flagrant lie was bound to get her struck down on the spot!

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit. "Of course 'e did, but conversely, Ah couldn't bring it up because Ah'm too 'umble." he says wickedly as he adds just a dash of the heat to his mac & cheese. He smirks just a little bit and adds, "Well Ah'd be willing ta sign on ta supervise it. Yah'd need ta get de appropriate munchies, music, dat sort of t'ing, but Ah'd be 'appy ta go out an' keep y'all from 'aving /too/ much fun.

Triage has posed:
While Shannon and Remy talk, Chris spends some quality time with his bowl and fork, content to savor the simple goodness. Finally, he lowers the fork and takes a sip from his glass. Then he looks at Shannon. "I didn't know that you were teaching, Shannon. What kind of class is it?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head and jsut laughs. "Gawd... not teaching, not for a good long time. No, I've got class with Logan on Friday evenings." She chomps down on a big bite of the mac 'n cheese, giggling. "And now you've got a pretty good idea who's been bugging me about the strength training." To Remy, she smiles, and tilts her head. "Get the idea cleared by Jean or Scott, and sure, would be fun having you help out. As you said, no sense us having -too- much fun, right?"

Triage has posed:
Chris shovels another two bites into his mouth, and after the second, nods to Shannon. "Now I understand," he confirms. If he's coaching you in martial arts, I wonder if he'd mind helping another. I was serious in the Danger Room. I need to add to my skill-set." He looks at is half-empty bowl. "And if you keep baking this stuff, I'll be spending half of every day in the gym," he teases her. Then he nods to Remy. "That's a good idea. The teachers might prefer to hear about fire from someone who knows best how to handle the risks."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks a bit and nods, "Ah'll bring it up ta dem de next time Ah see dem. Feel free ta do de same if yah see dem first. An' tell dem Ah'm willin' ta Chaperone." He considers, "Likely get me out of it pretty quick. Ah'm sure de idea of leavin' me in charge scare de crap out f dem." He lifts his bowl as if in salute and adds, "Ah got papers ta grade, if yah excuse me."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon bursts out laughing, and shakes her head, slipping into French for just a moment. "Tu es tellement bourré de merde ... pourquoi cela leur ferait peur?" She smiles and gets up from her seat, giving Remy a brief hug, as his hands were full with the bowl of mac 'n cheese. "Hey. No holing yourself up in the boathouse, okay? Try keeping us poor students out of trouble once in a while!"

She steps back and chuckles, glancing over at Chris. "I could let him know you're interested, but honestly, he might also go for the direct approach. I guess whichever of us runs into him first?"