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Zwei - [Action + Voice]

[Kurt was on his way home from today's Brigade meeting, when he decided to opt for the shortcut home, teleporting to the top of building seven, appearing on the edge in a crouched position. or at least, that was the plan, until a surprised flaming mutant turkey suddenly lunged at him from nowhere.

This is surprising enough that he slips and falls off the building. Fortunately he quickly teleports the rest of the distance to the ground, landing with a thud on his back and his journal slipping out of his grip and opening up. For a moment, he stares up in shock at whatever that was until a moment later, it jumps down AFTER HIM and leans over him, inspecting the strange disappearing human.]

H-hey! Nice turkey! Trust me, you don't want to eat me, the fuzzy one doesn't taste so good, yeah?

[Anyone's free to see the events above unfold, or just find him afterward hanging out with the strange turkey outside of Building 7 until (or even after) Sapphire shows up to reclaim her Pokemon.]

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[Whatever. She grabs a jar of spaghetti sauce out of the cupboard, 'cause that's the same thing, right?]

So do you think I shouldn't do the pineapple? Maybe I should stick to jalapenos.

[Kurt tries peering at the label. Wait... that doesn't seem right.]

Maybe we should rethink the anchovies and not the pineapples. [Or maybe both.] ... what kind of sauce is that?

Um, tomato? [She holds it up for him to see.]

... that's spaghetti sauce. I'm pretty sure that won't work.

Well, it's all made out of tomatoes, right? How different could it be?

Yeah, but it's way too runny. All we'll get is soggy crust with that. Do we have any other sauce?

No, that's it. I just thought it looked good, I guess. [She's looking less and less cheerful by the minute.]

[... maybe he should have just let her cooked it and he could have forced himself to eat it. He looks forlornly at the cat of sauce for a moment... before he gets an idea.]

Well, if it's too runny, we just have to make it thicker, yeah? Maybe we can just... let it simmer while we get everything else ready.

[She puts the jar down on the counter.]

No, forget it. We can just go to a restaurant or something. At least everything's free.

[His shoulders slump at that.]

This isn't about the food, is it?

[She brushes at her bangs, looking at the floor.] I just want to be able to take care of ourselves, you know? Who knows how long we're gonna be stuck here.

Of course we can take care of ourselves. We're X-Men, right? It's what we were trained for. [Kind of... not really. Domestic survival was never covered in any of Logan's lessons.]

Not if I can't even cook a stupid pizza.

So you picked up the wrong sauce. It was an easy mistake. You wouldn't have done it again. Besides, you've been getting better anyway.

[Her hand rests tentatively on the jar of sauce before she spares a hopeful glance at Kurt.]

Really?

You're not just faking it to make me feel better, are you?

[Victory! He gives her a reassuring and sincere smile in turn.]

Of course not! I've been eating it, haven't I? [He stopped cowering behind Scott a long time ago!]

Well at least it's edible. [She rolls her eyes, but is obviously in better spirits.] I'm totally going to make you something delicious someday. No anchovies. You'll see.

I'll be looking forward to it, really. [Big grin. He opens up one of the cabinets and retrieves a sauce pan.] So, let it simmer?

[She grabs the jar with a melodramatic bow.] I am your ever willing pupil, Chef Fuzzy Elf.

[When she comes back up, she's smiling.]

[He straightens up and puts a hand on his chest.]

Just remember to follow my instruction carefully, mein frauleine.

Why, I would never dream of doing anything else.

[She ceremoniously offers him the jar, bowing her head like an alter boy presenting a sacred tome]

The first ingredient, your Chefliness. And please refrain from getting fur in the pizza.

[He accepts this gracious gift, but gives her a look at the bit about fur.]

For your information, I wear gloves. [And he doesn't shed! ... much.

He does start pouring that sauce into the saucepan though.]

[She smiles, leaning against the counter.] I was just teasing.

[He brushes it off with a quick thumbs up.] Yeah, of course. I knew that. [He walks ~~and doesn't teleport~~ over to the stove, setting the sauce pan over there.]

So, ready made crust, right?

[Now she feels a little guilty, but won't show it.]

Yeah, I thought there was no way I could mess that up.

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