Owner	Pose
Colossus	The heat of the day is a little oppressive, even as it gets later in the day. The lake is gorgeous, though, despite the heat: or perhaps tied to it. Lots of people are out on the lake or near it, enjoying the water and activities. Piotr is not much for big groups much of the time, and is by himself at a comfortable nook towards the far end. The big Russian has a little camp of items: a chair, towel, and some art supplies in a neat little folded army-green oblong bag, and a big cooler. He'd been cooling off in the lake, in just his swim trunks, but is now using the towel in a calm, thoughtful way, eyes out on the lake. He's in no rush: draping the towel over his neck, and bending to look through his stuff. He is big and obvious, though his manner is entirely reserved and relaxed.
Jubilee	"Having cooled himself in the lake, the giant hottie, or Biggus Hottimus, began to pick through his things and seek sustenance, foraging amongst the camping supplies for a reliable source of protein," comes a voice with a decidedly British accent. Jubilee peers through a bush toward Colossus and narrates the scene like a wildlife documentary as the big guy pilfers his belongings.
Colossus	"You would make an excellent announcer for a nature documentary, Jubilee," Piotr says without turning at first, a softened smile in his tone. "But I do hope you do not have a camera, for I am not prepared to be a star," he adds, with an embarrassed tone, turning his head to look over his shoulder at her. "Would you care for a granola bar?"
Jubilee	"Ooh granola," comes the same British voice from deep within the bush. "Fine, but what if I just take pictures for me and keep them all secret? You know, like one of those stalker people, only just lame, and not psychopathic? I promise they'd only be for personal use." She is pantomiming the camera. She doesn't even /have/ one.
Colossus	Piotr removes a spare granola bar - peanut butter - and extends it, still bent on one knee, as if coaxing a wild animal out of the bushes calmly with a treat. He lifts his eyebrow slowly as she explains her goal with the camera, and slowly answers, "I suppose that a non-psychopathic route would not be a problem," as if searching for what exactly the trap is, but erring on the side of going along with and trusting her about it.
Jubilee	Silence is all that greets Piotr, as he accepts her bargain. A hand slowly reaches out of the bush and takes the granola bar, pulling it slowly and evenly back into the bush. There are sounds of unwrapping, and munching. "Thanks, this is DELICIOUS." There is a short pause before Jubilee adds, "Now I have to get a camera for when I stalk ya."
Colossus	"Would you prefer to come out of the bush, Jubilee?" Piotr asks, awkwardly, removing a granola bar for himself, and carefully pivoting to sit in his camp chair. He's cautious with it, the chair is not as sturdy as it could be for his size and weight. "I could locate a second chair." He's talking to a bush. And that is okay.
Jubilee	"Okay but I was in the bush cause I was hiding." Jubilee slips out of the bush in a tiny turquoise bikini, and sits cross-legged beside Piotr. "I'm glad ya came out. I could've used some company, but I didn't wanna go up to the Mansion...Everything goin' ok today?" Jubilee is busily twisting up her long hair and sticking a couple of chopsticks through it, then returns to her granola bar.
Colossus	Piotr didn't expect the bikini, he flushes and averts his eyes quickly and automatically. "Who were you hiding from?" Piotr asks, puzzled, attention on his granola bar wrapper now. It is very interesting. He pulls it slowly off the bit of remaining food with large careful fingers. "I have been here. We could check in, if you have a bad feeling that something is not okay. I trust the female intuition."
Jubilee	"Oh I dunno about that," Jubilee shrugs and unfolds her towel, flushing pink and wrapping it around herself. "I was hidin' from you, cause I knew I'd embarrass ya. I seem to have a knack for that," Jubilee observes, tucking the towel tightly against the swell of her chest to hold it securely. "I didn't wanna make ya uncomf--" She notes his averted gaze and his sudden fascination with granola. "--ortable."
Colossus	"....This is very kind of you," Piotr says, in a grave and kind manner so typical of the big man. "Though I would not wish you to need to sit within the shrubbery to speak to me." The towel does help when he peeks cautiously at her, and clearly relaxes. He also draws his own towel more around his neck with a lift and roll of heavy shoulders.
Jubilee	"O'course, Big Guy." Jubilee leans sideways to nudge his leg. "I can't have you totally absorbed in a granola bar forever. You have to see the world, y'know? Enjoy the scenery..."
Jubilee	"O'course, Big Guy." Jubilee leans sideways to nudge his leg. "I can't have you totally absorbed in a granola bar forever. You have to see the world, y'know? Enjoy the scenery..." Jubilee watches a dragonfly cross between them, and fires a tiny yellow spark from a fingergun. The spark tracks the dragonfly turn for turn, as it swoops and chases the smaller flying bugs out over the water. "I've been thinking it over, and I don't think you should let me embarrass you anymore."
Colossus	"You are welcome to stay, and I will do my best to not be embarrassed," Piotr says, his voice a little lower and gruff. And shy. In a fight he's different; socially there's the self-effacing man most clearly. He gets caught between what sort of scenery she may mean and what is around them, and sets his jaw and looks at his wrapper while finishing the last bite of the little snack. He's aware he's being teased: not that that changes anything.
Jubilee	Jubilee curls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on one. "Why does it embarrass you?" she inquires. "Is it a bad embarrassed or a good embarrassed? Not that I mind hiding a lil so you can enjoy lookin ' at the lake instead of prepackaged snack foods."
Colossus	"I am not sure that there is a need to qualify it..." And saying that embarrasses him more, so he quiets. Then leans forward to offer to take her trash (the wrapper) and put them both away in his bag. His communicator tweets, and he frowns at it. His communicator says, in Scott's voice: "Piotr, I think you might want to come out to the back yard." The big man immediately gets up, deciding to leave the chair. "This could be serious. He does not call me in that manner. Let us hurry," Piotr says, shouldering his bag but deciding to leave the other things there. He replies on the comm, "I am on my way."