Owner	Pose
Colossus	Piotr, the massive Russian X-Man, is dressed very simply for gardening and yardwork. Simple tee, boots, and some snug jeans which are torn up at the knees, and brown there and through the seat from squatting and sitting in the soil. He's weeding through a row of plants, and has a small bucket next to him full of zucchini. He checks through some of the leaves, gently spreading them over his palm, inspecting their health, and then moves a few feet to adjust where the nose is currently aimed, soaking some overly dry squash to see if he can rescue them. He glances up at the warm late summer sky, rubbing his forehead, leaving a long streak of dirt.
Jubilee	"Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater, how does your garden grow?" Jubilee leans nonchalantly against the wrought iron gate post, her hair disheveled in an array of curls hald-pulled up and held in place by her brass goggles. She's just in a turquoise tanktop and cutoffs, and yellow flip flops that, despite her outward calm and easygoing appearance, had made a fappity sound as she rushed out into the garden. In her hand is a jar of pickles. Upon her brow, a fair sheen of perspiration.
Colossus	"The community garden thrives," Piotr answers, a smile in his voice and also on his face. He is calm, somewhat absorbed in the comfortable work, but turns his head to look at her as he moves to bend and reach down under one of the thicker zuchhini plants. "Oddly late on some of the fruit. But I think the pumpkins will be ready on time. Take a look at the late watermelon, near you. Do you see any good ones for this evening?" he suggests. And then takes in the perspiration, and sits up on his heels, rolling his heavy shoulders back. "...are you all right?"
Jubilee	"Me? Oh yeah, I'm just spiffy!" comes Jubilee's lighthearted reply. She carefully steps over plants and vines over to the watermelons and leans over, rolling them this way and that. She thumps on them quietly with one flicked finger and listens to each in turn. "This one right here. It's ripe, but not over ripe. And got a good yellow spot on it. Gonna be a really sweet one." She smiles brightly and looks at his bucket of zucchini. "That's a lotta squash..."
Colossus	"Good; is there just the one? If there are more, there will be demand," comes Piotr's voice to her from behind some tomato plants. He's still extremely visible; there aren't many tomato plant bushes that can mask him anyway. Stealth isn't his forte. "Squash. Yes. I was thinking of several loaves of zucchini bread would be a good use for them. Trick some of the students into not realizing they are consuming vegetables," he teases with a deep soft laugh. "Not that it will be healthy."
Jubilee	"Ohhhh, I LOVE zucchini bread. Will you teach me to make it?" She asks with pleading eyes. "I suck. I can't boil water. I mean it! I tried to make jello once and the microwave died when I pushed "Start" to boil the water!"
Colossus	"Certainly, Jubilee," Piotr says in his serious way. "Come with me now, and we can do that. I will only need to change clothes. It will not take long," the big man says, pulling a few stray tomatoes off the bush to add them to the zucchini bucket. "Will you please bring the watermelon with you, if you have a hand?" he asks, collecting some clippers from the side of the garden, and following his hose back to shut the water off. He picks up the bucket of zucchini and tomatoes, and watches her with a relaxed smile.
Jubilee	Jubilee is busily thumping watermelons, and seems to have found another that strikes her fancy. She cuts the stems with a knife she has produced from her pocket, and then pockets it again, gathering the watermelons into her arms and holding the jar of pickles between them in her hands. "Awesome! Nobody ever taught me to cook anything before!" She is positively beaming as she shuffles behind Colossus with a happy flip, flop, flip, flop.
Colossus	"I am happy to teach you," Colossus replies, sounding happy in his smooth and serious way. He watches her to be sure she can manage all of those objects, with only a minor skew of brow when she does handle it all, and begins to lead the way back to the mansion's kitchens, so they can put down their haul.
Jubilee	"Yer a lot nicer to me than most of the peoples around here." Granted, she doesn't give many of them a chance to be nice or otherwise, as she keeps to herself quite a bit. "Do you cook a lot? How'd you learn? Did someone here teach you? Or does it just come with bein a big metal-plated guy with a soft, squishy center?"
Colossus	"It was taught, I do not possess powers of automatic skilled baking," Colossus deadpans firmly, but then gives a soft 'ho ho ho'. His humor is a relaxed, kind sort. "But I did bake long before I found I could turn to metal. I think you will be quite skilled at first step: it is to remove all skin. It is best we are here, for in Russia, zuchinni skin /you/," he teases her in the same deadpan tone.
Jubilee	Jubilee blinks, her eyes going wide, and her grasp on the pickle jar tightening. "I-I don't think I'd like Russia," she stammers. "But for YOU, I'd learn to love it. And run, anytime someone picks up a peeler." Jubilee winks as she steadies the watermelons so that they won't roll away.
Colossus	Once at the kitchen, he puts the zuchinni into the sink to wash, tomatoes out separate on a towel, and then palms the watermelons to move them out of the way. Palms them like basketballs, but gentle with them. "I am covered in soil; I will change out and return. If you wish to start, rinse vegetable and find peeler, cutting board. I will be right back." He starts to move past her towards the staff corridor, but gives an encouraging smile as he passes her. Piotr is well suited to teach: patient and kind.
Jubilee	Jubilee gives a quick two-fingered salute and sets down her jar of pickles, moving to the sink and watching Piotr go. She isn't watching his butt, she's JUST noticing how dirty it is. Don't judge me. Quickly, she rinses vegetable and find peeler. Exactly as instructed. The cutting board is more of a challenge. By the time Piotr returns, she is standing on a chair, looking in the top cabinets one by one for that rascal.
Colossus	Piotr returns, rinsed off and changed into just another varation of the same thing he was wearing, except clean version. He approaches her, assessing what she's doing, and heads over to where he knows the boards are kept, sneakily behind the knife block. "They are here," he supplies graciously, bringing two out, and a large bowl for peeling scraps. He starts to gather other ingredients, but does set out the cleaned vegetables for peeling purposes at the board.
Jubilee	"Ohhhhhhh is THAT what those are? I thought they were like for pounding things. With this." She holds up a meat tenderizer. "Mini Mjolnir." Jubilee moves over to the cutting board and picks the most dangerous looking peeler, just to keep it out of Piotr's hands. Just in case. You never know. And she begins peeling. "I can PEEL stuff. I've peeled so many potatoes around here I can't EVEN say..."
Colossus	"You must possess an abundance of character, from peeling," Piotr chuckles a little bit, watching her with the peeler with only mild concern. If she slices her hands up, that would be on his watch. But she does seem adept, and he leaves her to it, still gathering other ingredients, turning on the oven, similar relaxed chores. He does narrate what he is doing, since she did ask to be taught. Once the first one is peeled, he pulls a knife from the cutting block and begins to chop it up, showing her how he's removing the seeded sections.
Jubilee	Jubilee /is/ good at peeling. She got into enough trouble as a student that she can peel a potato in ten seconds flat, nowadays. But with the zucchini, she cuts the ends off carefully and makes fluid motions, peeling away one straight section at a time from the squash, lengthwise. Swift and neat. She cuts open the squash lengthwise and scrapes out the seeded section. "GOT IT!" So. I like never see you. You're hard to find. You should get out more, y'know? Have fun. Kick up those ginormous heels of yours and let loose."
Colossus	"Chop to this size. We will pulverize it with machine. Not with mini Mjolnir," Piotr says, a quick adjustment so that she doesn't start making a giant mess on the counter. "I am here," he then adds, puzzled, about her asking where he is. "I am often in art class and rooms. Visit any time." He continues with the other ingredients, explaining as he goes, such as what size of loaf pans they are using, and so on.
Jubilee	"Got it!" Jubilee says, reaching for Mini Mjolnir, only to withdraw her reach with a disappointed "Aww." She follows his instructions to the letter, even to the dropped letters of all the an's and the's he leaves out. She finds it endearing, and has to stop herself every time she finds herself imitating him, for fear he'll think she's poking fun. "I'll have to find ya then. It took me forever to figure out where ya were today!"
Colossus	"Do not be sad; I think you will like chopping machine also." He gives her reign to have-at with the kitchen version of 'power tool' for mashing, while he handles mixing the rest. "You were seeking me?" Piotr is surprised, and thoughtful. "The communicator also can find me, if it is pressing need. Or phone." He checks his pockets, patting down his thighs. It's apparent he doesn't have ANYTHING in those pockets. It's in the other pants. "Except for now. I have left it."
Jubilee	"It's okay. I lost my comm, like...under the couch or somethin'. And I don't have your number," Jubilee explains as she gets a glimmer in her eye, mashing the living daylights out of any squash that dares to get in her way. Lost her comm. Just like that. No worries, she'll find it later. Like, what are the chances something bad would ever happen at the mansion? Really...
Colossus	"They have trackers on them. They can quickly be found," Piotr says, in a manner that suggests he has experience here. He's just not as casual about it being missing as she is: he gets his found right away after misplacing it. Or running it through the wash, or dropping it in a flower bed. Or from being hit with a missile and some clothes suffer big damage. It happens. "Now, we combine that in. Fill to about here in pan," he says, showing her. He looks more than a little humorous in the oven mitts he picks up, but this is about teaching, not cheating into metal form just to put some things in the oven. "And we set timer."
Jubilee	Jubilee is staring at Piotr more than she's paying attention to where 'here' is, on the loaf pans. The gears are clearly turning. "I am SO gonna make you some bigger oven mitts," she says offhandedly. "And they're gonna look like metal plate, so they'll match you, even when you're not like..." she gestures vaguely. "Y'know..."
Colossus	He is a little exasperated by this but maintains his patience. "Technically I do not require the oven mitt, but for purpose of proper training we use them," Piotr explains. Proper training indeed. "But you bring good point. To learn you should do." He offers her the mitts, stepping out of the way. "Place on same rack. Then cook evenly on all."
Jubilee	"Wait, what?" Jubilee blinks. What did she say to bring good point? She was just considering how cute she could make those big oven mitts... Carefully, she grabs the loaf pans and sets them into the oven side by side. It's only after she shuts the oven doors that she realizes Piotr is still holding out the oven mitts. "Oh right. Should I take them out and put those on and do it again?" The look in her eyes is a slight panic, like she might have just burned the kitchen down, for sure.
Colossus	Sigh. "No, no need to do again. It is for safety for beginner, should you touch hot rack by accident," Piotr replies. "Or for removing from oven." He sets the mitts down next to the oven.     "But now is most fun part. We clean." It is deadpan teasing, of course. He gives her a bemused look, awaiting some sort of excuse or something she might rather be doing. Piotr will move the dirty things to the sink and set about it, though, in his dogged way.
Jubilee	"Awesome!" Jubilee jumps in next to him, helping to clean up, and drying the dishes he's washed. Her jar of pickles still sits on a far edge of the counter, abandoned. Her whole reason for finding him. Still unopened. Still stuck tight. Jubilee found more important things to do.