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Kitty Pryde	Kitty could have sent out emails, but instead she hand delivered cards to three of her favorite X-men, inviting them to join her for a night of campfire cooking, cold beer, and sleeping under the stars (or at least in a tent) before it gets too cold. Kitty has set up out at the campsite next to the Lake. She has a fire starting up and some wood on hand, though not enough for the entire night yet. There's a large dome tent capable of fitting 6 comfortably, as well as a few camping supplies and bedding. She has some folding chairs already set out already, having bribed Hambone into helping her carry the things down here, promising she'd show him the cheat to let him up onto the church steeple with his sniper in Black Ops 26: Back to Baghdad. Kitty grabs a cold Molson from the cooler and slides it in a koozie, opening it up and taking a sip, before moving over to set up some wood logs on either side of the growing fire so she can rest a cooking grate over it to hold the hamburgers, hotdogs, and chicken she brought.
Scott Summers	"I'm quite impressed, Kitty," Scott says, as he stops at the edge of the site Kitty has created for the group. He truly is: his eyebrows are up, and his tone isn't entirely deadpan. "There's a lot of work here." Scott can see it: the tent is put up, the supplies gathered, the fire already going. She must have been at this for quite some time, and Scott recognizes strong work ethic when he sees it. He half expected to arrive and end up setting up a tent for an hour, possibly with lost directions. "What can I do to help?" asks the attentive, tall man, approaching Kitty's spot, and resting hands against the sides of his belt. He is dressed for camping, though his open, sporty jacket is a little bit obnoxiously orange day-glo.
Rogue	Rogue had been busy with her own school and school related work all week so she'd been pretty scarce socially. Turns out a teaching assistant has a lot more to do than she realized, but she was happy to help Ororo and was doing her best to keep up with the much more responsible and well organized woman. As of now, Rogue is a little late to the setup, Kitty's apparently already got it in order... she is strolling down a pathway in the woods with the little yellow lab puppy Jester on a red leash, his tail flapping side to side wildly happy as he trots along like a bright yellow sunshine spot against the earthy tones of the forest backdrop. In her other hand, Rogue has a cooler of her own goodies and as she arrives she grins. "What brought this on?" She asks Kitty. "Where's your boy at?" She asks, giving a search around for that Parker fella. Jester is at the end of his leash, desperately trying to get to Scott, forepaws up and his little brown and pink nose out as far as it'll stretch to try to touch the X-Men leader. Rogue looks over at Scott and just grins at him. "Heya, Beamer." She says to him in a flirty sort of tone, her usual.
Logan	The Breakstone Lake camping grounds are not all that far from Logan's home - a rustic cabin that sits on a small hillock in a clearing at the end of a beaten-earth pathway leaking into the trees. So, when he received the invitation to go camping, there was very little reason to decline. Not that he wanted to, exactly, it was more that his default state was to be separate from everyone else. That said, when he arrives it isn't coming up the pathways from the Lake or the Mansion. Instead he emerges from the trees like some slightly-more-benevolent Jason Vorhees, a beaten-up metal bucket clasped in one hand. He wears what he seems to wear regardless of the weather, being a white tank top and a pair of jeans over some scuffed and beaten workman's boots. When he strides into the campsite, it's almost as though he doesn't notice the others already there. He moves purposefully towards the cooler, nudging it open with the toe of his boot and depositing yet more beer bottles produced from the water-filled bucket he carries. Once they're there, he heaves the tepid water from the bucket out into the circle of night that surrounds the campfire and tosses the bucket itself haphazardly into the grass. "Now it's a party," he mutters, collapsing into one of the chairs that groans audibly under his deceptively heavy weight.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty flashes each of her friends a smile as she arrives. She crouches down to lay the grate across the fire as she tells Scott. "We could use more firewood. I grabbed just enough to get the fire going and some coals for cooking, but we'll run out soon after that," she tells him. "I figured I could lug an axe around and cut some dead trunk up. Or, you know, if I had friends with precision optic blasts, enough strength to lift a semi-truck, or super-sharp blades as part of their body, they could probably manage it a lot easier than I could," the brunette says, flashing all three of them a grin. Kitty smiles to Rogue and says, "In the city still, I think. Taking care of some stuff," she says. "Since Illyana to take the mirror to Limbo for guarding, getting back and forth between here and New York is such a drag," she says with a sigh. "Think the Professor would spring for me to have my own Blackbird? Or maybe I can get Tony to build me some armor," she muses as she moves a hand over the grate above the fire, gauging if the fire is warm enough to start cooking. "Logan, I brought some fishing gear too if you wanted to do any night fishing," she comments, motioning over beside the tent.
Scott Summers	Scott angles his head to Rogue, with a reserved but friendly up-nod to her greeting. "Rogue," he answers, calmly. Then he takes in the dog, with one of his unreadable expressions. Scott often appears emotionless, though that has a lot to do with his opaque eye-ear: it's easy to forget how much expressiveness really comes from the eyes, until they're covered. Scott doesn't react to the dog with displeasure OR happiness: just a hesitation as he decides what to do about the fluffy cuteness in his close vicinity. Scott decides, after that pause, to squat, and allow the little dog to approach him, though he doesn't reach out to it at first. This boy lacked a dog. An aloof look is also sent to Logan when the scruffy man shows up. "Someone has to bring the party," Scott agrees, cool, but not unfriendly. "Glad to see you're doing well, Logan. And Kitty---" There's a sighing pause. "Please don't encourage anyone to blindly attack the forest for firewood, even if I do trust this group to not go berserk. There are some marked trees, I think." Scott's mouth does move, a smile coming to one side of his mouth. He's self-aware enough to hear himself, and it isn't harsh. "But those, sure." The puppy draws Scott's look back down towards his feet, the waggy tail is insistent!
Rogue	Jester goes apeshit wild with unbridled glee as Scott crouches down to give it some recognition and acknowledgment! Tail going, tongue flapping around outside of his teeth and paws going every which way possible! Rogue, is glancing over to Logan as he arrives and she grins at him, offering him a little nod as well before she sets her own cooler down and then sits down on it with her jeans-covered-knees coming together, elbows planting down upon them and her booted feet scuffing around in the dirt some. "I..." She announces. "Can go fly around for a bit and gather up tree parts further away, if needs be. There's a huge brush pile about a mile thatta-way." The Belle says as she points out over the lake. "Buncha deer hang out around there, I some times fly over'em just t'watch'em scatter." She holds a big grin. Rogue then leans over to grab at one of the beer bottles that Logan just dumped into the cooler, she's not 21 yet, only a handful of months left though until she is in January!
Logan	Despite the built-in pruning sheers Logan enjoys, he doesn't so much as raise a hand when the talk of firewood is bandied about. Instead, he reaches a hand to the cooler beside him and plucks a bottle free from it. An artful smack of the neck against arm of his camping chair pops the cap right off, and he brings it still-foaming to his mouth. Glug glug glug. After a long, somewhat messy draught he lowers it and wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand. "Fishin'," he repeats, looking at the gathered assortment of rod and tackle by the tent, "This yer subtle way of sayin' y'ain't brought enough food, Kitten?" That said, he makes no effort to rise and go look through the equipment. It'll keep. "Got some firewood already chopped back at the cabin," he tells Rogue, glancing sidelong at her from his chair before turning to Scott, "Not that I was payin' much attention to the School's rules regardin' which trees can an' can't be cut down. What's chopped s'chopped, though."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty gives a wry grin towards Scott. "I didn't encourage /anyone/ to go blindly attack the forest. I encouraged responsible people, you and Rogue and... and you and Rogue to go attack the forest," she says, overtly leaving Logan out with a flash of mischief in her eyes as she peeks over towards him. Kitty takes another drink of her beer and tells Logan, "Nope, I have enough food even if Moochie were to show up," she says of one of the students who is always hungry, always asking people 'are you going to finish that?'. "But I figured drowning a few worms is kind of relaxing to do while we're sitting here," she says. She goes over to see Jester then. "Hey there puppy dog!" she says, eyes bright and wide in that way which dogs have come to instinctively read from humans as being a positive thing. "Whose the best doggie in the world?" she asks as Kitty gives the pup scritches along his neck. "I wonder if Peter like dogs," she comments aloud. "Which, uh, is a nice segue for me to mention I moved into his apartment in Queens with him, while Loki has possession of the Sanctum."
Scott Summers	"Sit," Scott declares firmly of the puppy, as if actually expecting the young creature to respond instead of continuing to go apeshit. "Siiiiiiit," Scott tries again, to the bouncing golden fluffy dog. When that fails to have an effect, he pets it anyway, sitting back on his heels when puppy-kisses come for his face. Noooope. "Sounds like a good plan to me, Rogue," Scott answers Rogue's offer to fetch things from further away. Without turning (his dad senses must just be tingling about underage alcohol consumption), Scott also asks, "Are you twenty-one yet, Anna-Marie?" Trust Scott to pull out the Full Name big gun. There isn't much reproach in the question; he may not actually push about it. Habits, though. "If you're uncertain about your fishing productivity, I don't mind assisting with fresh fish," Scott offers across Logan, a mild competitive barb. No, they don't need them, but a competition about who can relax more? That's clearly a good idea. "Siiiiiit." One hand moves to puppy butt, patiently, when more kisses are flung haphazardly at Scott's face. When Kitty moves to help (with taking puppy love, not kissing at Scott), which is a nice reprieve, Scott starts to wipe his puppy-furred hands on his jeans. "...Loki has what, now?" Scowwwwwl.
Rogue	The puppy definitely doesn't wanna do anything remotely close to sitting! So it doesn't. Takes a lot of time and effort to get them lil pups to listen to commands like that, and usually requires some treats to at least coax them into understanding at first. Rogue doesn't seem to be paying much attention to what Jester is doing, she worked hard to train Aces (her previous dog, the German Shepherd) but she'd given him away to keep him safer and away from the dangers that she faces... like getting shot by a sniper at a Baskin Robbins. Then attacked by a squad of heavily armed men. A look is sent back to Logan's cabin and Rogue stands up, still holding that beer, she grins at Scott. "In a few months. I can practically smell the birthday cake." She says to him as she hands Kitty the leash for Jester. "Here, bring him home to Peter'n your's place then. You can find out if Petey likes pups that way. Plus..." She exhales and glances at the happily happy puppy bounding between Kitty and Scott now. "I really don't want another dog. Mystique left this one in my lap, then walked away." With that said, Rogue turns and walks past Logan, giving him a hip bump in his chair against his shoulder. "I'll go grab some firewood from the grumpy one's stockpile." She announces to the others.
Logan	"Just the stuff out by the rear wall, burrito," Logan tells Rogue as she begins to meander off in the direction of the cabin, "The stuff in the shed's the good firewood." Yes, he is the kind of man who grades his firewood - at least on a scale of 'good' to 'not as good'. "I live out here, Slim," the Canuck answers Scott coolly, taking another messy draught of the now half-empty beer in his hand, "Think I'm perfectly capable of wrestlin' up a couple a' bass fer camp. It ain't no nutrient-balanced an' protein-enriched super shake, but it'll do." He glances over at the fishing gear, shrugs, and takes another mouthful of his beer: "Reckon it can wait, though." The talk of the Sanctum Sanctorum and Loki garners a wary stare from him, though he says nothing on the subject. Instead he turns slightly in his seat to watch Rogue go.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty doesn't know if Peter is a dog person, but she definitely is. Doggy kisses are welcomed, and nuzzles against his furry face are returned. It also allows Kitty to hide her grin at the exchange between Scott and Logan. Though the grin slides a bit as Scott asks for more information on that unpleasant subject. "So apparently, Loki took over Doctor Strange's Sanctum Santorum. I didn't know until recently. Has something to do with... some magic stuff that is going on. I don't know too much about it. Dani or Illyana might be able to say more," Kitty says, though her tone on the latter suggests she doesn't know if they know much, either." Kitty looks to Rogue at the mention of taking him over to Peter's. "Really? Oh wow that would be great, AM. Though... ah... are we sure THIS isn't Mystique?" Kitty asks, frowning and looking at Jester. She gives the dog a soft poke which just results in a tail wag. Kitty isn't serious about it being Mystique. Well, not completely serious anyway. Kitty glances at Rogue oddly for a moment before grinning. "Didn't know super senses were one of your mutant powers," Kitty says as she rises, going over to wash her hands free of dog fur, and then go into the tent. Kitty's gone about a half minute and then comes back out, carrying a birthday cake. Not the figurative one Rogue was smelling. And not for Rogue. It reads, "Happy Birhthday Scott" on it, and the number 26 is done in frosting.
Scott Summers	Scott was amply distracted by the discussion about Loki taking over anything, including a Sanctum, and was deep into his judgemental frown. He ends up with a leash of a dog wrapped around one ankle, which he then minds, bending to untangle from his boot. "Where is Doctor Strange in all this? Is he all right?" Scott asks, his tone level and cool, but the root of asking is that he's concerned for the man. That Logan suggests the fish can wait gets a quick nod from Scott. He wasn't really intending to go fishing right away, and more important topics are coming to light. Such as the birthday cake. Scott gives Kitty an exhausted look, standing up fully finally, and then laughs. "You trapped me. I hoped it had been forgotten," Scott admits, but his smile is giving. He'll take this graciously.
Rogue	Rogue had a special connection with Doctor Strange, he'd saved her life two times now in the past three years and she'd in the Sanctum Santorum for awhile too, before they'd had a falling out and he hooked her up with the interview that got her into the Avengers, as well as enrollment at NYU... Strange had done a lot for her... So she walks on away, listening to some of whats being said about the Sanctum, but doesn't engage in it. Its just food for thought that she'll deal with later. The Belle disappears on up the dirt pathway to Logan's cabin, she knows the way, and starts to gather up the wood as per directed, from the shed. Obviously. Jester, meanwhile continues to be Jester, slobber, more energy than he knows what to do with and no idea precisely who to focus on with attention and attempted chew-toying of their various extremities.
Logan	"He's a wizard, Slim," Logan weighs in on the conversation suddenly, waving a dismissive hand through the air, "Figure he'll magic up some solution to it all. Maybe turn this Loki fella into a toad or somethin'." He doesn't seem all that concerned, but his own ties to the Good Doctor and his magic house are not quite as strong as the others. When the cake arrives, he lifts his head and sniffs the air experimentally. Satisfied, he finishes off his beer and drops the empty bottle back into the cooler. Take only pictures, leave only footprints. The Canuck watches after Rogue as she goes, eyes narrowing as some thought crosses the transom. But then his focus is back on Scott, "Happy birthday. What is it, twenny-five goin' on sixty?"
Kitty Pryde	Kitty sets the cake over where Jester won't be able to get at it even with the mightiest of leaps known to puppy kind. She grins to Scott and goes over to give him a hug if he allows her. "Happy birthday," she tells him. "I won't subject you to our singing," she says. Like she could get Logan to sing to Scott anyway. "But you will have to blow out some candles. The cake can wait until after the other food though," she says. Kitty gives Jester some more rubbing and then moves over to get the food on the grate. The burgers start sizzling quickly, and the chicken has been been basting in lemon pepper, the aroma of which quickly rises as the fire vaporizes some of the fragrant flavoring. Kitty smiles gratefully to Rogue as she gets the wood. "Thanks Rogue. So, you're not wanting to keep Jester then? I kind of wondered how you'd feel about him. I mean, same situation as with Aces, really," she says in a considerate tone.
Scott Summers	"Certainly feels like it might be up towards eighty, particularly if you calculate the ages of time-warped 'children', and what that would require me to be if they weren't time-lost," Scott answers Logan, deadpan, but with a half-smile and deep sigh. His own birthday, to Scott, is just another day in a line of days. "I appreciate the thought and cake, though, Kitty, really." A bow of head to her considerateness is given: he returns the hug she offers. After the release, he nods to the comment about singing, and crosses to pick up a beer. Perhaps the reaction to aging isn't as fine as it seems on the surface. "I'll get my wish ready," Scott says in his reserved way, moving to help Kitty with the food, locating toppings for burgers and contributing, while setting his now-opened beer to the side to casually partake of.
Rogue	Rogue does indeed return with an armload of firewood, freshly chopped, Logan can probably tell its his good wood too, the good wood from the shed. She even gives him a little grin as she 'floats' past him with her flight power then settles the firewood down onto the ground near the proper place for it. At the question of the dog, Rogue drops down onto her knees on the soft earth and looks over to Jester. "I mean, he's cute as hell. He's a lotta fun, he's the perfect puppy. I just..." She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't want the responsibility, and if I'm out walkin' him someday and some assholes throw a grenade at me or whatever--I don't wanna deal with the drama of knowing that they just blew up my god damn dog." She sits up on her heels and uses both of her gloved hands to push her hair back behind her ears, then shows a soft smirk. "Maybe I'll be in a position t'own a dog someday, I just think its irresponsible t'do it now." She glances to Scott. "We're tryin' t'be responsible right?" She asks, as she cracks open a beer at age 20, then moves to take a sip from it.
Logan	"Damn," Logan just shakes his head at Scott, fishing another bottle from the cooler and cracking open the top, "I ain't even gonna try an' wrap my head around yer whole non-Euclidean family tree. Happy whatever-eth birthday, Slim. Now eat some cake." He turns his head as Rogue returns with the firewood. Even if he can't quite tell the difference between the wood he set aside in the shed and the wood he told her to fetch, the look on her face is enough to tell him which one she went after: "You owe me some quality firewood, burrito. An' I ain't gonna forget it, neither."
Kitty Pryde	Kitty flips the food on the grill, and gives Scott a grateful smile as he's getting the condiments, buns and other fixings ready. Clearly she spent some thought on this, the buns are Kings Hawaiian sweet ones, and there's not just the normal condiments, but also a black olive spread, and some spicy brown mustard from Katz's, and there's a fruit tray from there as well. Plus the normal bags of chips, potato salad and other things you'd expect at a cookout. "I admit, Scott, I can't hardly follow your family either. Going to have to sit down and have you go over it sometime. Maybe with PowerPoint slides or something?" Kitty suggests with a soft smile. She looks back to Rogue and looks thoughtful. "Well, if Peter takes well to him, and you're looking for a home, I'd be fine taking him. We can see what he says. Certainly better than the other residents of the apartment building. There's three girls across the hall. Three. And their names? Candi, Randi, and Bambi. I mean, seriously. People name their children that, AND they live together? And, well I only met Candi but it's just the stereotype you'd expect. It's like, I don't know... something Stan Lee would have come up with," Kitty says, shaking her head.
Scott Summers	"Yes, sometimes with greater success than other times," Scott replies to Rogue, but doesn't tell her off about the drink. She knows, and she's in a safe place to partake, in Scott's opinion: he'll keep an eye on her. Scott lifts his beer to Logan's odd well-wishing about his birthday and family tree troubles. Kitty gets a dour look for continuing the joke, but the reply is only, "If you can sort it out from the slides I have, I'll take the explanation, myself." He does know, but sometimes it's more fun this way. The dog is still loose, and Scott pauses to look at it bound around by their feet, and kicks a pinecone for the puppy to chase, while starting in on tomato slicing.
Rogue	Rogue just took a swig from the drink and then grinned at Logan. "I'll get ya the best firewood around, I promise." She sasses back at the fuzzy lumberjack. "I mean, I don't wanna upset the Breakstone Lake Slasher after all, do I now?" She smirks at him then before her eyes go back over to Kitty. "If ya'll are up for a lil Jester in your lives, by all means. I don't think Mystique put a bug in him or anything and I did ask around Apple Park t'find out if anyone was missin' a lab puppy, but nobody spoke up about it. I kinda thought she probably just swiped him from some family... but, nah. Maybe the pet store in town. I didn't go ask them. That place doesn't need t'be paid a thousand bucks for a dog anyhow, if ya ask me." Another sip of her beer is taken before she watches Scott supplying Jester with some entertainment in the form of something to chase and she grins at it. "Yeah, I just don't want nothin' bad t'happen to him, or t'Aces. Its why I don't think I'm a good pet owner right now." Rogue looks back to Kitty then. "Candi, Bambi and Randi... Huh. So they're party girls or whatever? Boy, that must be nice t'move in next to. Thumpin' music as they drop the base in their bachelorette pad beside ya'lls bedroom?" Rogue grins yet more, cause its amusing in a sympathetic way.
Logan	As the discussion of Jester carries on, Logan continues to drink his beer. He blazes through it fairly quickly, the bottle going down about as easy as water, and once more he drops the empty into the cooler for easy disposal. There's almost certainly a trash bag of some sort set up, but that would mean actually wandering over there to dispose of his empties. The cooler is easy. But slowly he rises to his feet, hands brushing the front of his jeans as he moves towards the tent and begins to look around through the fishing gear gathered there. After a moment he hefts the tackle box and lays the rod over his shoulders, glancing back at the gathered X-Men. "Gonna try an' catch somethin'," he says matter-of-factly, stomping off along the path down to the lake.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty salutes Scott back with her own bottle. She finishes off the Molson and then goes to grab another one from the cooler. She is, in fact, twenty-one, having turned it not that long ago. The pub crawl in England that had been planned for it never materialized, but there was a completely impromptu party at the swimming pool. Kitty begins transferring food from the grill onto a platter. "Ok, Logan," she says of the fishing, "Though you get to clean them when you catch them," she says with a wry grin. "Want a burger first? Nice and juicy." She brings the platter over to where all the fixings are set out. Kitty nods to Rogue and says, "Seem like it. Candi was hitting on Peter before she realized I was there moving in. Apparently she's the landlord's niece. Mr and Mrs Muggins, only met them briefly. Got their ok for my 'cat' Lockheed to stay there. I'll have to see if they are ok with dogs too," she says.
Scott Summers	Scott just nods once to Logan when Logan excuses himself, and adjusts to collect a burger, adding the various fresh cut condiments onto it. To probably no one's surprise, Scott doesn't partake of the women's chatter about who is hitting on whom in Peter's apartment building, but he also doesn't judge them about it. Scott's patient, and doesn't mind at all. The puppy returned without the pinecone, but there's a new one to nudge and chase.
Rogue	Rogue just grins at the story from Kitty about this apartment complex. "Thats quite an array'a colorful characters ya got in this new livin' arrangment, Kitster. Ya sure this buildin' isn't situated on Sesame Street?" She accepts some food from Kitty and then looks up as Logan sweeps past to go down to the lake's edge. "I've never fished in this lake, does it have any fish?" She asks then, her eyes going out to the calm waters to look at it. Of course it does, doesn't it? Its a huge lake! As Rogue pulls her gloves off she sets them beside her on the cooler she's perched on and just looks to Scott and grins at him. "Did ya buy yourself anything for your birthday? I didn't get ya anything cause I know you don't really seem t'celebrate them. I'll get ya a new tie or somethin' though if ya need one. Do you wear ties?" She asks, seemingly very amused with herself and these questions.
Ororo Munroe	The wind shifts, rather abruptly. It's nothing major, merely twisting the tops of the trees in the opposite direction. It's the sole prelude to Ororo's arrival as the woman flies in from the direction of the Institute proper. She lands bare feet on the soft loam with a rustle of wind and fabric and the noise dies around her. "I'm sorry I'm late," she apologizes, in her richly accented voice. Her dress is a strapless maxi affair that hangs to midcalf, a bold tropical pattern of black flowers against a white background. Her hair's plaited into hundreds of tight twists, sporting a tinkling cascade of colorful glass beads.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty seems surprised that Rogue has never fished at the lake. "Oh you bet it does. Bass, large and small mouth. Rock bass. Pickerel. And blue gill and perch. I used to fish with my grandpa on this lake out west of Deerfield. Blue gill and perch were mainly what we got. Some sunfish now and then too. Sort of takes me back, having a panful of perch cooking," Kitty says with a nostalgic smile. Kitty watches Scott giving Jester something to chase. "Seems like a great dog," she comments. "I'll definitely check with Peter and let you know, AM," Kitty says. She starts putting together a burger for herself. "Scott, did you have many animals-" she's starting to say when the sudden shift in the wind comes. Kitty knows as well as the others what that means, her face lighting up as the African woman alights gently. "Ororo, you made it," she says warmly. "I have some vegetables for roasting but figured I'd wait for you before tossing them on," she says. The fire has a grate overtop of it, the proteins already done cooking and on platters by now. "Get you a beer?" Kitty asks.
Scott Summers	Ororo's arrival helps Scott not need to answer about his lack of pets growing up and the variety of memories that group of particular recollections can cause. Childhood is a topic Scott navigates away from: or in the case, just doesn't answer. "You are not late for salad, either, nor birthday cake," Scott assures Ororo, with a brief smile aimed at the white-haired woman if she's quick to catch it amid Scott's usual seriousness. "We have lost Logan to the fishes," Scott explains, as if that weren't all that terrible, really. He makes sure others have food, before selecting a seat.
Rogue	Rogue is just grinning all kinds of big at Kitty and her fishing stories. "I never knew you knew so much about fish, Pryde." She says to her oldest friend here at the school. "Can't say I'm surprised a whole lot though, I mean you're practically plugged inta your computer." Now she's just teasing her. "This food is really good though, thanks--" Storm arrives! Rogue's eyes go up to the teacher of whom she assists for and she grins at her, raises a hand up from the cooler she's seated on and waves. "Heya, Stormy." She says in that friendly flirty sort've way. "Lookin' good tonight." She comments on Ororo's clothing and hair. "Kitty was just tellin' me all about the fish in the pond. I never knew there were so many. I figured... maybe a few bodies with cement shoes, sure, but yeah..." Her eyes glance out to the waters to see Logan's back as he's casting a line with a fuzzy little neon lour attached tothe end of it.
Ororo Munroe	Ororo flashes a dazzling, white-toothed grin at Rogue's comment, and glances down at her dress. It's given a modest flick to show how it drapes. "It is not bad, is it?" she agrees. "I found the fabric on sale and once I had a pattern, I had to make something of it." She steps past Kitty with a smile for the girl and a touch to her shoulder. It brings her near to Scott, to whom she offers a hug and a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, Scott," she says, and offers him the canvas bag in her left hand. "I wasn't sure if we were doing gifts or not yet." She accepts a beer from Kitty and cracks it open with a hiss-snap of carbon dioxide. Logan, lumped in with lure in hand, is saluted from a distance with the drink in her hand.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty Pryde goes to get the veggies and start adding them to the grate over the fire. "I never really thought about it that you never came fishing with us," Kitty says to Rogue. "There were a few students who were really into it. I just went now and then. But it is nice sometimes, just relaxing out on a boat and tossing a line in the water," she tells Rogue. "I can drown worms with the best of them." She goes to retrieve another beer for herself, and checks on Scott and Rogue to see if they need fresh beverages as well. "So Scott, I was wondering about Scribbles, while we're on the subject of pets," she says, not having seen the kitten in forever. Not even sure if he still has the little feline or not.
Scott Summers	Scott's small smile evolves into a real one for Ororo when she comes closer, but it turns uncomfortable at the gift mention. His other hand comes up to rub his neck, and into his hair near his ear. "Mm, thanks. There wasn't - isn't - any party or gifts necessary," Scott asserts calmly. A big deal does not need to be made. Scott does open the parcel Ororo gave him, though, drawing out a pair of boots. Puzzlement at first lines eyebrows above his ruby glasses, before he figures it out as he pulls them out fully. "My favorite ones, repaired," Scott says, with clear surprise. He expected to have to pretend he liked the gift. After all, Rogue was trying to get him a tie. "I wear these more than ties," Scott asides to Rogue, and then graciously looks to Ororo again. "Very clever, when did you borrow these? Thank you." "Scribbles is under the care of Jenny; he's been good for her therapy," Scott responds, entirely reasonably. Scott pauses, setting the boots aside, and withdraws his phone, which is vibrating. "This looks important. Excuse me," Scott says, suddenly entirely business (well, more than usual), excusing himself towards the tent, Administrator-face suddenly on.
Rogue	Rogue just grins at Storm from where she's seated. "I gotta get ya t'make me some fancy clothes like that. I don't wear dresses enough, I get self conscious about them. I don't know. I just always have. Ever since I was little, my mother used t'try'n get me in them and I'd act all terrible. Then my aunt would once I lived with her and I'd... well... act even worse than I did for my mother. I think I've reached a point where I can accept how dumb I feel in them and, maybe pretend others don't see me the same why I do myself whilst wearin' one... I don't know." Rogue watches Scott walk back toward the tents to talk on the phone. "I'm gonna get you a birthday present anyways! Or maybe several Christmas presents instead!" She shouts as he goes. Her eyes then draw back to Kitty. "So, serious talk, how serious are you and Peter? Movin' in together now." Rogue being herself, worrying about her friend and all.
Ororo Munroe	Ororo smiles appreciatively at Kitty when the girl tosses the food on the barbecue. It does smell good, and her nostrils flare at the scent of sizzling vegetables over the coals. She's nearly ready to respond to Rogue's question, but the belle poses a much more interesting one at Kitty! Ororo's white brows lift and she suppresses a mirthful, knowing smile. "Oh, moving in together now, are we?" she chimes in. The tall woman finds a seat on an old stump and tucks her dress behind her knees before sitting down on it. One arm props up by her hip for support as she leans back against it.
Logan	Down by the lake, a few muffled curse words spoken in gruff tones carry up and towards the pleasant conversation by the water. Shortly after there is splashing, and now instead of sitting by the lake Logan is on his feet yanking the fishing rod back towards himself with gusto. The line whirs, whatever is on the other end struggles and splashes. A moment later there is a mournful little gulp and Logan shrugs his shoulders, turning back around. "Lost yer lure," he tells Kitty as he once more approaches the campsite, the fishing rod tucked over one shoulder. He gingerly places it and the tackle box down by the tent, scratching the back of his head. "Hey, 'Ro," the words more like a grunt than a greeting, but still pleasant enough considering the source. That said, he begins to sniff around looking belatedly for one of the offered burgers.
Kitty Pryde	Kitty turns some of the vegetables that she's cooking, getting a nice char on them. There are some peppers to give the resulting meal for Ororo a little bit of kick. "You have so many amazing dresses, AM, you really should wear them more," she agrees. The question that is posed to Kitty causes her to look back to Rogue first as the African woman comments on it. "Yeah, just recently. He asked me if I'd move in. He has a little apartment in Queens. Kind of reminds me of where I stayed in England," she says. Kitty seems to weigh the question. "Well, enough for me to move in. I mean, we were staying together here, or there, or Narnia, anyway. But... well," she says, and can't quite hide her smile as she shrugs. "Sort of taking it a day at a time. But... you know how people didn't get Jason and I together? Or, actually you two didn't know him as well. People who knew him, didn't get it, us together. And Peter is sort of the exact opposite. All the sorts of ways Jason and I wouldn't seem to work... are ways that Peter does. Even Betsy saw how much alike we are. I don't know. I can't seem to get away from guys named Peter though, can I?" she asks with a soft chuckle. Kitty smiles to Logan as he returns. "Aw, not a big deal. I don't really get a chance to fish much, will pick up another." Kitty picks up a beer from the cooler and tosses it over to Logan.
Rogue	Rogue sets her paper plate aside and then just holds her half empty beer in between her hands and knees as she listens to Kitty explain her relationship. She watches Logan approach again empty handed and it just makes her grin softly at the rough and rugged Wolverine before she centers her eyes back on Kitty. "I think you and Peter are a better match than you and Jason were. He was too angry of a person, could feel it just bein' around him. I could anyway. Maybe it was just me. But he seemed angry all the damn time." She shakes her head. "Anyway, I'm glad ya guys are takin' that step. Hope it works out. I'll come beat the Bambi Twins around if ya ever need me too also." Another sip of the beer is taken then and Rogue looks to Logan. "I figured ya'd just stand there in the water all manly and majestic, and spear the fish with your claws, then walk up here with'em wigglin' on the ends of'em." She teases the Canuck.
Ororo Munroe	"It's admittedly a vote of confidence that Betsy endorses you two," Ororo acknowledges. Logan's greeting is met with a warm smile at odds with his gruff candor. "I can't imagine she was entirely thrilled when you two started dating. Even mature as she is. Being willing to see your ex happy with someone else is a good sign." She smiles brilliantly at Kitty. "I'm glad for you," she says, with a small shrug. With that she leans towards Rogue. "If you want to learn how to sew, we can try that this winter," she murmurs. "I'm happy to teach you. It's not terribly hard once you learn the basics."
Logan	"Wadin' into the lake?" Logan asks Rogue, eyebrows raised as he catches beer Kitty throws to him, "Considerin' I'm carryin' a hundred or so pounds a' metal, me an' swimmin' don't get alone. Yer just gonna have t' go fishless." He settles heavily into one of the chairs, pops the cap from the bottle and upends a good quarter of it into his open mouth. The notion of table manners seeming entirely lost on him for the moment. The conversation about Kitty's relationship draws his attention for the moment, eyes shifting from Rogue and back to Kitty as they discuss boyfriends past and present. He doesn't add his own two cents, instead nodding in agreement with Ororo's sentiments.