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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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[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.

[Since it doesn't bother him that much and he isn't looking at her at the moment, he wouldn't notice it anyway.]

It's faster this way, anyway. Maybe next time.

Don't tell me you can make that homemade too.

[He shrugs.]

If I had instructions, maybe.

I guess I should try and find a cookbook somewhere, huh? I'm thinking of it too much like chemistry class. You know, trial and error, testing out each variable...

[Wow, did that sound geeky. Quick, rebound!]

Or like, just grabbing whatever looks good at the moment.

[Grin, grin. Though she's not really sure who she's trying to impress at the moment. It's just Kurt.]

[If only Kurt knew Kitty was a closet nerd... Those words of science coming out of her mouth are a little odd, but not enough for him to think much of of it.]

Or maybe a little of both. The jalapeno and anchovies pizza wasn't bad, just way too spicy.

[More like a locker nerd.]

It wasn't that spicy. [Big baby. She likes spicy food.]

I guess I could just stick to plain old pepperoni and cheese, but isn't that kind of boring?

[He was sheltered as a child. He didn't have much spicy food!]

Back home, one pizza we would have had lots of beef, peppers, potatoes, and onions. Another... flat bread with onions, sour cream, and pork fat. [And it was delicious. Don't judge him.]

The first one doesn't sound bad, but the second? Mega disgusting.

Old family recipe. It's better than it sounds.

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