Owner	Pose
Genesis	Evan Sabanur, the blue skinned red-eyed teenaged clone of Apocalypse, created by Mr. Sinister, read quietly at the table in the X-Mansion kitchen. There was an undrunk glass of milk on the table, the book was worn text from one of the older students who'd gone off to college and studied philosophy. Evan had been awarded the text after he'd won a bet that had made him something of a hero in the Mansion. There were eight different versions on what the bet actually was and how it was resolved, each getting weirder as time passed. Most of the buzz over it had died down by now, and Evan had returned to awkard-creepy-nerd status. He glanced up breifly to see anyone enter, turning a page in his book with a quiet swip of paper on paper.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau had made gumbo about a month ago. Specifically he's made twenty /gallons/ of gumbo, of varying heat levels (The lowest level labeled "You might want a glass of milk.") Now he heads to the freezer, removing a Ziploc bag of the stuff and dropping it into a large pot and filling the pot the rest of the way with water before putting it on the stove. He turns to the younger mutant, acknowledging him with a slight nod of his head. He doesn't know the other man, but he's never been one to lay the sins of the father at the feet of the son. "Readin' anyt'ing good?" He asks curiously. For what it's worth, the label on /this/ bag of Gumbo is simply a large black skull and crossbones.
Genesis	Genesis was already tracking Remy as he moved in and procured his meal. "Arguementative stuff. The strawman phallacy. False equivalencies. It turns out that a common strategy for defeating your arguement is to misrepresent it, then attack the weaker strawman." he closed the book, "For example, if you wanted to say your Gumbo was the best tasting thing in the fridge, and you advanced your arguement by saying that the inventory of the fridge consisted of a half a bottle of tabasco sauce and week old tuna salad, and I mentioned that there was gumbo being sold nearby at a gas station and that it tasted like shit..." he glanced down at his glass of milk, "...I have failed to attack that arguement that your gumbo tastes better than week old tuna, or tabasco sauce."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a little bit, "Ah'm a t'ief mon ami, a con man, an' a Cajun besides dat, believe me Ah know what a strawman argument is." He says amused. "De trick isn' ta simply attack de strawman 'owever. Dat's not even 'alf de battle." He dunks the bag a few times in the water and then goes to make coffee. "De real trick, if yah c'n pull it off is ta make de ot'erside agree yah strawman is a valid point."
Genesis	Genesis wondered carefully, "What kind of things do you steal?" his sickly, hazy red gaze leveling intensely onto the Cajun Cook. He fully closed the book, resting folded hands on its surface. The prospect of Remy's prevarications where amply more interesting then the dry, cracked suface of the book and its contents.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau shrugs a bit. "It depended greatly." He says after a moments consideration. "Once Ah was good enough ta 'ave de reputation, Ah mostly worked on commission. People pay allot of money ta 'ave a particular bobble or some swirl of paint 'anging in dare own private gallery. Information is a valuable commodity especially." He grins a bit as a wicked memory comes to his mind. "Once stole a jet right off an airforce base an' took it foh a joy ride. Was younger den yah when Ah did dat one. Mah pappa tan mah 'ide good foh dat one too Ah promise.
Genesis	Evan watched on quietly, he didn't drink his milk. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe. A slighter frame, and shorter than most boys his age, he had a doll like appearance; something about him either didn't seem real or just wasnt human enough and transformed him into the uncanny. "You seem proud of being a theif."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau shrugs slightly. "Not /ashamed/ of it." He says after some consideration. He checks the soup in the bag with a finger, carfully lifts the bag our of the water, pours the steaming water down the sink and empties the bag back into the pot. But dare allot more ta bein' a t'ief den jus' stealing t'ings."