Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	the scent is unmistakeable. Rich and spicy it flows through the mansion slowly and methodically. Mixed with the fact the the tempture outside has fit or dropped below freezing all week and it can only mean one thing... Remy stands at the stove, slowly stirring a massive 16 quart pot of rick red gumbo. He replaces the lid on one pot, only to open a second and stir the much more respectable 8 quart pot. From a bluetooth speaker, Eartha Kit croons to Santa that she has been an awfully good girl as the Cajun hums along.
Kit Killovarras	Spicy smells? Cheesy music? Someone is doing a Yeen Summoning Ritual it seems and it isn't long before Kit pokes his head into the kitchen, his tongue practically curling around his entire muzzle as he licks his maw. "By the gods, that smells good." he chimes after a moment, giving a little grin.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins slightly, looking over his shoulder and nodding to the younger mutant. "It still need ta boil down some, but it gettin' dare." Still he picks up a plastic spoon from a small pile he has near by and holds it out. "De big pot shrimp de little pot chicken if yah wanna taste. Careful it a bit spicy..." A bit spicy...according to a Cajun. this will end in tears.
Jean Grey	"It just had to be 'Santa Baby', didn't it?" The voice comes from the doorway to the main foyer. Jean stands just inside, the door closed behind her. She sniffs the air appreciatively. "Smells as good as always, Remy. What's the occasion?" Of course, Jean asks this question knowing fully well what the answer is. She walks across the room, but diverts to the tea kettle to pour herself a glass of ambrosia.
Kit Killovarras	Kit makes his way over and yoinks a spoon, giving a little, "Thank you." as he takes a spoonful of the shrimp gumbo to taste. One would think that such spicy food would overload someone with the heightened senses of an animal, but not true! It might heighten the flavors behind it, but the burn is a different chemical response and one that Kit is apparently fairly well accustomed to. After a moment he licks his maw again and admits, "I've loved spicy food ever since I was little. Never met anything so far that was too spicy." with a smile.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a bit at Kit, "Well yah ain' yet had Mrs. Potswort's Chili five alarm chili, but dat stuff take de rust off a bumper." He says amused to Kit as he unflinchingly tastes what has brought grown men to their knees... Okay it was Iceman, and he was being overly dramatic, but it counts. He smirks a little bit at Jean. "Santa Baby is a classic. Yah want Ah can get mah Kevin Bloody Wilson does Christmas CD?" not that he would since the foul mouthed Aussie Comic singer should never be allowed near impressionable ears. He shrugs though adding. "It got cold. Ah got Homesick. and if Ah ate one more turkey Sandwhich Ah scream."
Jean Grey	Ambrosia, in this case, happens to be rooibos tea. Its rich scent wafts up into the air, a nice accompaniment to the spicier gumbos being cooked. She lifts the cup and blows daintily onto its surface before sipping the liquid into her mouth. "At least Kevin Bloody Wilson would be entertaining rolling through my mind," she counters, green eyes cutting from her tea over to Remy. Her eyes sparkle with amusement even if the tea cup hides the smile. "It's a good reason. Which one is better?" She pauses. "Taste, not spice level. Which one tastes better?" Jean walks over to the pots now and has a sniff of both. Her eyes slide back to Remy. "You could always try a ham sandwich," she points out, deadpan. "Or chicken. Beef. Egg." Oh, someone's being cheeky, she is.
Kit Killovarras	"I'd grab my Matt Rogers album, but something tells me I'd get in trouble for playing that on campus," Kit says with a little whistle, giving a nod to Remy as he muses, "Also, I want to try that chili some day." with a little chuckle and a nod. "I could see why you gave a warning though, it's hot but it's damn good." Jean's cheeky response just gets a little snicker and a quick, "The sandwich possibilities are endless."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau eyes Jean and smirks. "Ah might if Ah didn' still 'ave 'alf a Turkey back at de boat 'ouse ta get rid of." He says mildly amused. "Least wit' de Gumbo, Ah can freeze it and 'ave it later." As to her question about which is better Remy shrugs, "Ah always prefer de Shrimp mahself but Ah always make de chicken in case someone got a Shellfish alergy or somet'ing. Ah'll split dem one more time each foh spicing 'alf of dem up ta mah tastes."
Kit Killovarras	"I mean, you can technically freeze turkey, you just can't really have it in anything but soups and stews when you defrost it." Kit muses as he starts getting into things, very specifically? Getting into a cupboard where he has his little black box of weird ingredients stashed away.
Jean Grey	Jean Grey nods to Kit. "Yes. You would be in trouble. In truth, so would Remy. But it's a nice thought," she says. She lifts her tea and sips another swallow of the liquid. Ambrosia. She smiles at the Yeen. Indeed. Many, many sandwich possibilities. "Why don't you make a turkey gumbo? I'm sure it would be a hit, and then you wouldn't have to worry about the turkey leftovers anymore." She nods about the gumbo. "I'll have a bowl of the shrimp when it's ready, then." She watches Kit getting his little black box of weird goodies.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins but shakes his head. "Turkey already cooked so yah can' infuse de flavors as well. Not ta mention de added flavors it pick up from de brine and de aromatics. Also Cause Mrs. Pottswort' teach me two ways ta make gumbo an' Ah pretty sure Ah mess wit' 'er recipies, she come up 'ere all de way from Nawlins jus' ta wear a wooden spoon out on mah admitedly lushious backside." With that in mind he eyes Kit fetching spices. "an' jus' what yah doing dare pup?"
Kit Killovarras	Well, if Remy was expecting spices to be in that box, the poor man is going to be surprised. When Kit opens it and starts rummaging through the items inside, it quickly becomes apparent that they aren't... Well, what most people would consider edible! First thing he pops out of the box and into his maw is a literal scorpion, not a pepper, but a literal bug. Then he rifles around through the other crunchy creepy crawlies in the box and frowns after a moment, moving to close the box back up and put it away, "Side-snacks.. And I misplaced the majority of my arachnids.." he says with a sigh, then perks up a bit, as if remembering something. "I think I know where they are though, I'll be back." he chimes before heading back out of the kitchen. After all, the foods not quite done, right? And a good meal deserves an equally yummy side-dish. In the yeens case, that perfect side is apparently spiders of some kind...
Jean Grey	Jean Grey chuckles and nods. "She might just help. And I might point her in the right direction if she were to show up." Jean might be just mean enough to do that. Her eyes slant toward Kit and she studies him for a moment. "My misplaced, do you mean 'ate'?" She pauses. "You don't have any of those termites left, do you?" Wait. Termites?
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau pinches between his eyes and mutters something in French that is something like "Rocks, bugs, this school gets crazier every day." Still he shakes his head then moves to the ovem to check his cornbread. "Yah still wan' a loaf of dis foh Christmas chere?" He asks as that perticular heavenly aroma hits the air.
Jean Grey	Jean Grey can't help another chuckle. "This is a school full of mutants. Did you expect it to be normal?" She smiles and shakes her head at the other adult. Then nods firmly about the cornbread. "Yes. Yes I do," she says without hesitation. "I lo-." She stops, mid word, and tilts her head. "Pardon me. I'll be back later." She turns and exits the room, with no explanation at all.