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Breakfast
Date of Scene: 29 March 2020
Location: Main Foyer
Synopsis: Alex attempts to make breakfast for Betsy, Emma, Laura, and Gabby, but tempers flare in an argument over suspicion of Emma's reasons for being at the mansion and closeness to Alex.
Cast of Characters: Emma Frost, Alex Summers, Betsy Braddock, Gabby Kinney, Laura Kinney, Samuel Guthrie




Emma Frost has posed:
The morning sun has risen on Westchester county. Emma hadn't really //planned// on spending the night, but things happen. She is a little annoyed at wearing the same thing she wore yesterday, but... such is life. She makes a mental note to keep a change of clothes in her vehicle just in case.

She quickly gets dressed and primps at her hair a bit in the mirror of the guest room she was offered the night before. Then she heads down the stairs into the main area she had been in most of the previous evening, shooting Alex a mental message as she comes down the stairs. <<Are you awake? Are you feeling any better? I'm not sure I can come to you without Jean (or Scott) but if you're up and about, I'm in the main room.>> She contents herself with looking around, a touch nosy but mostly curious. She hadn't had time to really get a good look over the place with the events of last night.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex mmphs at the mental poke, yawning as he finishes washing his face in the infirmary bathroom. //I'm better. Don't feel so scatterbrained now, so whatever you and Jean did seems to have helped.// He sighs, grabbing a towel and drying off his face, before pulling on the green henley he left in case he needed a change of clothes on and stepping back into his sneakers. //Meet you there.//

    The blonde Summers pauses, resting his hands on the sink as he looks into the mirror, breathing in and out slowly then mentally prods himself. Remembering the hallucinations are...rough. It's not something you shake quickly.

    Remembering that bully, the knife, his smile...his scream, seeing him disintegrate in front of his face...

    His hands tighten on the sink, before he forces himself to relax again and straightens up, turning away as he starts making his way out to the main foyer.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy is up and active already this morning. There's that glow brought on by endorphins surrounding the Brit as she steps through the front door. Purple hair is loose in lazy natural waves, over a sleeveless gray top that has some purple and pink text that says "Heavens to Betsy" in a pink heart, that's paired with some dark amethyst yoga pants and gray and purple trainers. (That's sneakers for you Americans)

She'll close the door behind her, taking a glance around. You'll never know who you'll run into around this place, or when. Her intended target will eventually be the kitchen, but not just yet. Brows lift as she sees a blonde woman she has not seen here before. "Good morning." That upper class British crust to her words, as if she's clad in expensive designer duds versus workout gear.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney was already up and at 'em. She had been for awhile, to be honest. While she didn't really have any obligations to take care of, or schedule to contend with just yet, it had been so ingrained in her to be up and training early that she couldn't break the habit. After awhile she quit trying. So as Emma is loitering around the foyer looking things over she comes inside huffing a bit from the jog she'd just been on. She's just a bit behind Betsy because, well, Betsy was taller. Longer legs get people places faster. Unlike Betsy her attire looked like she'd been scrounging in the bargain basement bins. Sweat pants that were too long so she had to cuff them, and a t-shirt that she tied around the wasit because it was also too big. Maybe she borrowed someone's stuff.

"Good morning!" She offers cheerily to the pair while reaching up to smooth her hair back into place. It was just a tad windy outside, and she didn't really want to end up looking like Logan with his crazy ass hair. "There's proably breakfast ready if you want to eat before heading out," she offers with a tip of her chin in the direction of the kitchens. She couldn't smell that far, not yet, but it was around that time.

She hops to the side of Betsy to be able to get a look at that new face as well offering just as cheery a smile before looking between them both and yammering on, "I usually don't eat until later but there's no one to train with really and I don't think anyone here knows fencing so I'm adjusting." Yes. Yes she is.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma looks coolly at Betsy, giving her a polite nod. "Good morning." The telepath standing in Betsy's view is quite well mentally shielded, especially in light of Jean's warning the night before, so if Betsy scans her she's likely to feel an icy black hole, so to speak. But when Gabby appears behind her, Emma's expression softens slightly. "Good morning Gabby. I might take you up on that breakfast, once Alex gets here in a moment."

Alex Summers has posed:
    The man in question walks in about then, slowing a bit as he sees the group assembled already. "Hmm, everyone coming back from jogging, huh?" he notes, walking over to Emma as if drawn by a magnet. "Hi Gabby, hey Betsy...you two haven't met yet, have you?" he says curiously looking between Emma and Betsy. "Ah, Betsy Braddock, Emma Frost, and vice versa." He yawns a bit, stretching, glancing at Emma...part of him pondering the cheek smooch, part of him remembering how embarrassed she was last night to find out Gabby had rather loudly spread around her meet up with Alex. "Hmm, I think I promised to cook some breakfast?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy doesn't scan much as a rule, but a stranger in the mansion with no discernable escort does sort of make one cautious. The sheer amount of shielding is surprising, and from the amused little smirk, the gleam in violet eyes. She certainly isn't about to be testing someone without good cause. She turns, taking in Gabby with curiousity in her gaze, before Alex shows up. Finally, someone she knows.

She smiles for him, not that model perfect curve of lips, but a real smile with warmth. "You'd be correct, Alex." She will turn back, a tip of her head. "A pleasure, ladies." Then there's a chuckle. "Can you cook?" She asks Alex. He's seen her at work, it's a valid inquiry!

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney stares at Alex with eyes widening at mention of cooking. "You can cook!?" Looking toward Emma she remarks solemnly, "He's a keeper. Don't let him go. He can blow shit up and cook." Nodding again with a wide grin she glances back to Betsy as Alex introduces her to Emma.

"Hi! I'm Gabby," she offers as she hadn't run into the telepath either. The wave causes her ill fitting clothing to shift, and she tugs her shirt back into place. "Maybe I should get something that fits better first. I still need to get some clothes of my own but I don't know what's in style or not."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma does go for the cheek smooch. Only not the cheek, as her lips brush Alex's and she wraps her arms around his neck. "I'm glad you're on your feet," she murmurs. She lifts a brow. "You cook? You never told me you cook." She looks back to Betsy and Gabby.

Alex Summers has posed:
Alex looks bemused. "Why shouldn't I be able to cook? College student, I can't live off fast food all the time, y'know." he notes, raising a brow as he slides an arm around Emma to give her a squeeze as she smooches his cheek. "Besides, I think I offered pigs in a blanket, it's not like it's French cuisine or something." He smiles a bit. "But you're all welcome to have some, easier to make a lot of pancake batter than a little.

    He raises a brow at Gabby. "Hmm, maybe Betsy or Emma can give you points there, Gabs? I don't know, I mean, other than what I personally like as styles. They're much more put together than me though."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy's perfectly shaped brows will lift at the mention of Alex being a keeper, and only higher at the arms around Alex's neck and the PDA. "On your feet? Did I miss something, being out of town for work?" She will ask mildly, before her gaze will focus on Alex. "I mean, clearly I missed /something/. I do so hate being out of the loop, Alex." There's a faint tease in it.

There's a glance over at Gabby, looking the young girl over. "If you like, I can take you shopping. Fashion is my living, after all." After all, not many women could make a silly t-shirt and yoga pants seem like she's dressed in something far better.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney clasps her hands together with a look of ultimate glee. "Really? That'd be great! I get like $40 a week for allowance so I've got a little bit saved up." Provided she didn't use it all on Chinese food again. But first, food.

Looking between them all she hops on the balls of her feet with excitement. "Kitchen's this way!" And then she's off darting down the hall with excitement.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma glances to Alex. "After you, Alex." She glances to Betsy, and down the hall after Gabby. "I'm not going anywhere without an escort, after all."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex's lips twist a bit as he scratches the back of his neck, starting to head down towards the kitchen, his hand automatically reaching down to snag Emma's. He's not even realizing he's doing it quite until he does, just...he's still feeling like he needs something to hold onto when he's remembering all this.

    "It's kind of a long story, but the short version is Emma found a psychic knot or something in my head someone put there. It's why I didn't even know I had powers until recently when part of it came loose. And there were some...pretty nasty memories hidden under it." He sighs. "Plus we were at the Dungeon when the Scarecrow released his fear toxin and I'm still kinda recovering from the trip there. It was...pretty bad. The knot thing coming loose knocked me for a loop and Emma called Jean to help fix it. So I've been in the infirmary overnight."

    He's still feeling super fortunate Power Girl scruffed him and got him out of the club before he exploded. Needs to buy her some chocolates or something in thanks. Maybe Emma knows where he could send them or something, because he owes her big time.

    Following the group down to the kitchen, he heads over, starting to root around for a mixing dish and ingredients as he starts getting out pans, then a container of sausage.

    "Anyway Gabs, this is actually the quick easy version of pigs in a blanket, usually it's fancier, croissant bread or stuff, but this is just pancakes, sausage, and maple syrup. Easy. Can do eggs if anyone wants too?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy can't help smiling at the exuberence of the young woman, softening her expression and turning that model perfect face into something a little more 'normal'. "Don't worry about your allowance. I'll allocate the funds. Allowance is your fun money, or should be. Clothing is essential, darling, so we won't touch your allowance for it."

Violet eyes are back to unreadable as she meets Emma's glance, chin lifting just a bit. "I wouldn't recommend it. People get lost all the time." She will move to follow along, and there's a roll of her eyes at more PDA. "So sorry I missed it. I could have been of help. But you know, when Chanel calls, you hop on a flight."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney is elated to say the least. There's a few more times she mis-steps on her race to the kitchen--One pant leg undoes itself causing her to trip. It's turned into a forward roll back to her feet tugging her pants up again as she finally makes it into the kitchen where she clambers up ontop of a stool at the counter to watch Alex begin to cook. "That'd be great! Then I can quit borrowing Laura's pants. I mean, she can't tell I borrowed them unless she catches me, but they don't feel right."

Her heels dig into the rung of the stool to half-stand leaning over towatch Alex intently with sharp eyes. "I don't know what pigs in a blanket are anyway. But if it's got pancake batter it's got to be good!"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma squeezes his hand as they move towards the kitchen, then takes a seat at the kitchen table. She doesn't seem to have an opinion on breakfast... but she is interested in coffee. She watches Alex and Gabby with some interest, then smiles at Betsy. "Like Alex said, I'm Emma. We met in the city." And she's also, apparently, another mutant. So at least there's that.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Though neither of us knew we were mutants when we met..." Alex offers. Especially that Emma was a telepath. Boy needs some training with all of 'em around, he's kind of an open book like Gabby. "Chanel, huh? See, I joke about half the women here being models in their spare time, but Betsy here really is one." he says to Emma, before turning his attention back to Gabby. "It's actually one of the dishes I remember from when I was a kid, with my birth parents." He adds in some flour, brown sugar, baking powder and salt in the mixing bowl, then eggs, milk, and vanilla extract to a smaller one as he whisks it up. "The pancakes are really the tricky part...if you want, you can help me cook them?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"OF course they don't fell right. They aren't yours, or tailored to fit you. That sort of thing is very important when it comes to clothing and how it makes you feel. Clothing is a form of expression, after all. We will have to discover and develop your own styles. I promise it'll be fun."

She will move to assist Alex, almost as if by habit to help in the kitchen. "Coffee, tea, juice, anyone?" She already has a kettle on, as a good rep of her home country she requires tea.

She will glance over her shoulder at Emma, a long violet gaze before she hip bumps Alex casually. "Alex and I met here in this very kitchen. Didn't we?" She will turn that gaze on Alex, with a flash of a flirtacious smile. "Yes. They want me as the face of their new parfum. So it was a lot of shoots in a lot of various places, some filming for commercials, all of that." There's a wave of her hand, as if brushing it all off, though she's clearly pleased to have been chosen. "Considering I was out of the game so long, it's amazing to have pulled it off so soon after I rejoined the fashion world."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Coffee please!" Gabby chimes up. Does she even need caffiene? Probably not. Yet the idea is there. It's ADULT right? Right. She's totally on par with these adults here, though she adds, "And milk." Because who doesn't like milk, too? Leaning her elbows on the countertop she practically kneels atop her stool. Whoever taught her manners must have forgotten the part about proper posture and elbows on tables. It does give her a better view of the cooking going on.

"What's parfume?" It's a serious question. Oddly serious but she's focusing more on what's going on as well. "I like colors. I used to only get to wear black." To Alex she nods solemnly. "It must be nice to have parents. I'm sorry they aren't around for you anymore," she adds with a look of sympathy. "At least I can't miss what I didn't have."

Emma Frost has posed:
A minor stab of jealousy twists Emma's expression for a moment, but it's quickly smoothed away. There is, after all, a minor advantage to being a telepath. She sends a mental <<coffee, please, if you don't mind>>, to Betsy, hmming to herself. She looks to Gabby and tilts her head. "What happened to your parents, Gabby?" she asks.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex hehs, smiling at Betsy briefly, then suddenly feels this sense of impending doom as the hairs on the back of his neck rise up. Hmmmmm. "Perfume, parfum in French, is a type of fragrance women wear to smell nice. Cologne is the version for men. It dates back to when people didn't bath or have deoderants or such, it was a way to cover up the stink in France." He glances over to Betsy. "Making tarts weren't you, right? And orange juice is good, if they've got it."

    He pauses to melt some butter in a skillet and then adds it to the egg mixture, then does it again, this time to get the sausage started cooking, before whisking the smaller egg mixture so the butter is combined, then adds it to the larger bowl to the batter.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"It's the snooty french way of saying perfume. Chanel is a French designer, so I said it that way." Betsy explains to Gabby with a quick smile. "Alex, of course, is going the extra mile to over explain." There's a note of near familiarity and affection at Alex's name, a glance at the cook. " Fancy rose topped apple tarts, lemon ones, some lemon bars.." There's a glance at Emma and Gabby. "I do like to bake when I have the time, but my accomodations don't have an oven suitable for baking numbers needed for this place." The smile is quick and pretty.

Violet eyes jerk to Emma at that coffee order, but the model doesn't miss a beat. << Certainly. Cream and sugar?>> Her mental tone still has a hint of British accent, somehow. She's not at all ruffled by the uninvited and completely unnecessary telepathic conversing. She moves to start brewing a pot, another sidelong glance at Alex from under lashes. "Two coffees, one juice, one milk. Got it."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney had been warned the night prior. That was last night. While she could lie perfectly well when she had decided to do so, she was rather terrible at not having diahrea of the mouth the rest of the time. She nods along with the explainations of perfume and cologne tucking that knowledge away for reference. Laura wasn't the type to wear perfume given her nose. And as that thought shifts away to Emma's simple question, she turns to flash the blonde a grin.

"Oh, I never had any. I'm a clone. Tenth in a line of clones," she adds while glancing back to watch Alex start his cooking... and trying to visualize all the lovely delicous sounding treats that Betsy mentioned at the same time. "Didn't have anyone that was a parental figure. I mean I do now, kind of, but he says he's a terrible father. I don't have a frame of reference." A pause and then she adds, "Oh don't worry about ten of me showing up though. Most of them died. It's just me and Bellona now, and she's usually in the infirmary while they try to figure out what's killing her. It doesn't seem to take us out until we reach a certain age so I've got a couple of years left before I need to worry about it."

"That smells really good!"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex just....pauses to look at Gabby. Cripes. Because can you really say to that? "Ah...yeah, it's just the sausage, the pancakes are the tricky part though...." he says, starting to melt more butter for another skillet. "You have to cook them carefully or you can under or overcook them. Watch." He carefully pours neat circles of batter onto the skillet, using a spatula to keep them from spreading too far from round. "Have to wait until the little bubbles at the edges there start popping, then you know it's ready to flip."

    He glances over to Gabby. "...so Laura is...a clone? Or your sister but not a clone?" he says uncertainly.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There's a pause, as Bets is getting mugs down for coffee and tea. Her back stiffens just a bit, before she turns to look at Gabby. "A few years? How old is she? I mean, I'm sure you'll be fine. We've got great minds here for that sort of thing." She doesn't know Laura, so she can not question that.

She will give the young woman a mischievious smile. "He flips his pancakes in a much less fun way than I do." Because she can make a show of it, of course.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Oh, no! Well yes, but no," Gabby has to correct Alex with a hand pointing to draw a little circle in the air. "Laura is a clone, but not from my series. *I'm* a clone of *her* so I'm a copy of a copy. You know how well that goes. They didn't get the results they wanted with her mutant abilities so they just kept trying and trying to make alterations. Bellona ended up albino for instance."

"Bubbles, right," she agrees as she watches intently still managing to split her attention between the impromptu cooking lesson and the conversation. Looking back to Betsy she smiles faintly. "She's about seventeen or eighteen. I'm fifteen. So I have some time. I'd rather she get the help first."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma frowns a bit, listening to Gabby's explanation. Who is making clones of mutants? Why? That sounds horrible and exploitative. She gets up to retrieve the coffee, then decides to lean against the wall to consider the scene before her. There's another twinge of jealousy as she watches Betsy flirt with Alex, however 'subtlely' it may be, but she simply sips from her mug and says nothing. She's a member of the Hellfire Club. These sorts of minor annoyances are easy to... ignore. And rage about later.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Actually, I have no idea how that goes." Alex notes dryly to Gabby. "You're the first clone I've ever heard of that wasn't a sheep." He frowns a bit, watching the pancakes then eyeing Betsy as he flips them. "If you want to handle the next batch, be my guest, I have to find some maple syrup to go with this. And eggs, if people want eggs?" He lets the pancakes brown a bit on the bottom to where they're nice and fluffy, then transfers the first batch over to a waiting plate, making room for Betsy to try her hand as he heads over to take the sausage links off their simmer, poking at them a bit before grunting in approval. "I guess if this Sinister creep is all about genetics I should know a bit more about it...maybe he was trying to clone people or something...." he mutters.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"We'll figure it out, No worries." Betsy assures Gabby, before she glances at Alex. "Way to pass the spatula torch, Alex." There's another hip bump, as she reaches for her kettle to pour the steaming water over her tea in a mug. "Though my pancake skills are hard to beat. You can ask Jean and Scott. They love them." There's that casual banter, another smile for Alex.

She glances at him again at his mutter, an arch of a brow. << Sinister?" >> She asks softly in his head, there's a touch of worry coloring the single mental word. She's already pouring batter, and well, she cheats and makes pancakes in fun shapes. A heart, a Star, a four leaf clover.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Can I!?" As if Gabby was really going to wait for that answer. She shimmies off her stool to come around the counter and take over for Alex. The height difference put her RIGHT THERE at just being able to see over the pan to begin the next batch of dogs in a blanket. Spatula in hand she focuses with a bright determined smile at this task she'd been given.

At least until Alex mentions that name.

"Sinister?" A small frown of confusion creeps over her. "There was a mutant shapeshifter who showed up here, Rogue knows her apparently, and she told us that the Sentinels that attacked Genosha were sent by Sinister. We weren't sure what she meant."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma lets out a long breath through her nose. Betsy reminds her a lot of her older sister Adrienne... prettier, and smugly inserting herself into anything Emma has wanted or been interested in and taking it if she can. She places her mug down on the table. She pulls out her phone, and skims through her emails. "Hm. I should probably get back into the office, actually. It's been a couple of days and there are a few critical issues that need my attention." She smiles, sort of. It doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I'll pass on breakfast. Call me later, Alex." She moves to head out.

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Yeah, he seems like an asshole." Alex says after a moment. "Scott and Jean said something about that too, someone already told them that he had something to do with Genosha. But not a lot of details...hmm?" He looks suprised over at Emma, having missed her growing mood. "Already? C'mon, you should get a breakfast in you before you run off to work, Em. It won't take that long?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy has no idea what Emma is mentally comparing her to, instead just acting like she pretty well has in the past. "But some of the pancakes are already made. You should probably eat something before you head back to the city. Critical issue smoothing always works better on a not empty stomach, and all."

Then the fridge opens, and a bottle of orange juice will emerge to fill a pint glass before it floats over in front of Alex, and the bottle returs to the fridge and it slaps shut softly. She will looks at Gabby, that softening smile emerging again.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney grins a bit, "Take some food Emma! You look like your body fat content is low enough you might need some!" Wait what. Eh. "You can have one of mine!" She flips it over and it's just a tad too dark for normal consumption. She'd probably still eat it though. "Okay, maybe not."

Emma Frost has posed:
"No thanks." <<I've lost my appetite.>> Emma sends to Alex. Her tone is very flat and emotionless, both mentally and aloud. "That's okay, Gabby. I'll get a good lunch. I appreciate your concerns." She gives the young girl a quick smile. "I'll send you some more cupcakes."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Huh. Another telekinetic too, on top of telepathy. A portion of Alex's mind files that away as he absently takes the offered drink, his brow furrowing at the sudden turn in Emma's mood and tone. //Everything okay?// he sends, worry in his tone for Emma. //Maybe we can grab dinner when you're done?//

    He says absently to Gabby. "It takes a little practice, not something you can time. Mostly you want it just a little brown on the bottom and fluffy, so gotta do it by eye and smell for when it's getting close to done."

    He walks over to Emma, reaching out to snag her hand if he can and tug her closer before planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "Don't overwork yourself, kay?" he murmurs more quietly. "You're still recovering too, y'know."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney nods firmly watching the pan again. The spatula is at the ready. She doesn't flip it this time so much as peek beneath to check for doneness before taking it off to put on a plate. At least half of it will be edible at least. "Have fun at work, Emma!" She offers cheerily to the woman.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy will glance at Emma with a shrug, before she will TK the set down mug over the sink. She will watch the pancakes, and then use her powers to make them rise up into the air, flipping them over and over like they're in some fancy cooking show, before they land carefully on the skillet again.

She will pick up her mug of tea for a long sip, pondering everything around the stove, and what goes where for breakfast. "Nice to meet you, Emma. I'm sure we'll meet again. I hope everything critical is notched down quickly."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma returns Alex's kiss lightly, giving him a half smile. "Nice to meet you too," she says politely, if a bit chilly, towards Betsy. "I'll be fine, Alex. I didn't have psychic surgery, after all." She pauses, then leans so her forehead bumps against his. "Dinner sounds great. Text me and we'll figure out the details. Get some rest, hon."

And with that, she moves out the door from the kitchen.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex nods slightly, watching Emma go, then sighing a bit and heading back over to observe the cookery as he pauses to rummage in the pantry. "Okay, that feels like cheating...' he notes to Betsy, smirking as he sees her using her powers to flip fancily. "Points for shapes though. How about Gabby, how's that batch coming?" After some rumaging, he lets out a 'ah-hah!' and tugs out a glass bottle of maple syrup, then some eggs, bringing it over to start a new skillet. "Hmm, for eggs, how do you like them? Scrambled? Over easy, over and hard?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She will look at Alex, a glance at the empty doorway. There will be a lift of brows, and there's a serious expression for him before she laughs. "Don't be hating because you can't do it, Alex." She will tease him. She will start piling her pancakes on a plate, before she's pouring more. "I like them over easy, for dipping. You know, how you clearly like your women." There's some British style sass, there.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex eyes Betsy at the dig at Emma. "You wouldn't say Emma is easy with much of anything if you knew her better." he notes, cracking a pair of eggs into the skillet after adding some butter. "She's just got a lot on her mind with the attack at the Dungeon and everything." He wrinkles his nose. "Wait, dipping in what? Syrup? Syrup is for pancakes and possible sausage or bacon...."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney glances over at the mention of eggs with a look of surprise. "Hey, she got us cupcakes for Alex's birthday. That was nice of her," she points out. The rest she can't really argue about not knowing the history of the individual. But she didn't want to outright talk bad about people either. "Um. Eggs over however? I usually have scambled," she admits as she carries a plate of pancakey goodness over to a seat.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Really? She certainly seemed to be easy in acting how she belongs here, and her expression of PDA in front of people she doesn't know." Betsy says, in her frostiest noble English accent. She will flip all her pancakes at once, without even glancing that way.

"No, I was going to dip sausage and maybe make some toast. That is what you eat with over easy eggs. Though I have heard them charmingly referred them to as 'dippy eggs' in a diner." She will glance at Gabby, worried for a moment about being chilly in front of the young woman, but she figures all considered, Gabby has seen worse.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "I smelled food." Oh hey, Laura's here. And either she can teleport, or she's been practicing her silent approach again. "How is the cooking coming, Gabby?" Gabby gets a shoulder squeeze. For those who know Laura, those are rare. "Did you have a good run?" Yes, these are the questions normal people ask.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie comes walking in from the back yard. Sam is wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt seems the young man has been out for a morning run. He looks around the room and offers a nod "Morning folks."

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex frowns a bit at Betsy. "...she's not really used to it yet." he says a litle defensively. "Sorry if it bothered you though, I'll try and tone it down." He transfers the eggs he's working on to a plate, pushing it over by Betsy to plate her side of things. "Wheat or white toast?" he asks as he goes back rummaging in the pantry, then looks over as Sam speaks up. "Oh, hey...Sam, right? Feel free to grab some pancakes and sausage, still working on the eggs. Making pigs in the blanket." He checks to see how Gabby is doing with her second try at cooking pancakes as he steps back over with whatever bread Betsy requests. He glances over as Laura makes her appearance. "Uh, hey, you too..Laura, right? Guess I need to make more sausage..." he mutters to himself.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney glances back and up at Laura with a grin at the greeting. "Hey! I'm doing good. I'm making pancakes, Alex was showing me how. Want to try?" There were a few that are toasty black but the rest were just ... okay. Edible at least. When Alex asks about it she calls out, "Doing better! I think I'm done with them now." Plus she wanted to eat.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy's eyebrows will lift at Alex's defensive tone. "Mmmhmm. Are you sure all she did was help you get out of whatever trouble you were in? Because you're in pretty deep pretty fast. Or you're a terminal flirt. Either way." She shrugs. " Just make sure you keep her in arm's reach until one of leader types says otherwise. I think we're still not super trusting of people walking around. Other than that, do whatever you want."

There's a smile for Laura. "Hungry? I can make more pancakes." Then there's an even bigger smile for Sam. "Sammy boy! How are you?"

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "I am Laura." Alex gets a nod of recognition, as does Betsy. "I would like breakfast if it is being offered. ...I hope nobody touched my hot sauce." Cue rummaging around in a cabinet until a bottle of thick red liquid is retrieved. It is labeled simply 'Laura's'. "Sam Guthrie." Sam also gets a nod.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie nods to those around and says "Hey all, Ah can take a turn on the griddle if need be, let me wash my hands, add another half dozen kids running about and feel like Ah'm back home he jokes. He will move to wash up to help. "How is eveyone?"

Alex Summers has posed:
    "Sure, how do you like your eggs?" Alex says to Laura, cracking open another pair. "Scrambled, sunny side up, over and hard?" He raises a brow at Betsy. "...she's given me no reason to distrust her. She didn't have to help me with my little mental bug, after all. Or to care about a guy she only met a bit ago." He shrugs his shoulders, then nods to Sam, making room for him before he starts prepping sausage links in the finished pancakes to set out on a plate for people to take, along with little dipping containers of maple syrup. "I'm better today. Been a hard week." he admits.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney steps over to the table to start digging into her mix of burnt and not burnt pancakes. There's still plenty for offer if anyone is brave enough to try, but this kiddo is definitely done at this point waiting for food. She shovels a good mouthful in and gives a thumbs up at the others.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"She didn't have to help you, no. Though I am willing to bet she has an interest in something involved. There's just something about her, okay? The way she was shielding when we first met? I'm good, Alex, better than most. It was like a black hole, negative space. And then she used telepathy with me, without knowing me, and certainly without any indication I would welcome such a thing. That's just not good manners. So you'll have to excuse me if she got off on the wrong high heel with me."

There's more pancakes on a plate for others, and then she'll start mixing up more batter. "White toast, please."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Speaking of rich people I found out more why Alexis was hiding things. " He starts to pick up the pancake cooking and seems Sam has had some practice. "A lot more there than I thought, might would like you to come meet her sometime Bets, think it might do her some good." He admits, and munches a sausage while listening and cooking.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney munches her pancakes glancing between people while chewing. Slowly. It was a bit tough but she was determined to get it through.

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "Scrambled is good. Easiest to mix in the hot sauce." Laura starts to set up a seat for herself while food cooks. OJ, utensils, napkin... "I do not trust extremely rich people. Those people were the kind who decided they wanted someone to remove people they did not like. And made me." Ooooh, pancakes. Laura assembles a stack of five flapjacks, with syrup in between each layer. Nom. Healing factors mean big appetites. "...You do not think she picked up too much from me, do you? I know... dangerous things."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney slides off her stool after finishing off her food, and taking a quick gulp of coffee. Then a quicker gulp of milk to wash it down. She reaches over to give Laura a hug then declares, "Okay I'm bored I'm gonna go run around some now." With a bright grin she heads off. "Thanks for breakfast Alex!"

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex nods absently, quickly mixed up the scrambled eggs to add to Laura's plate as she gets pancakes, then does a pair over and hard for himself before grabbing a pair of pigs in a blanket and a dipping container before carrying it and his orange juice over to the counter to eat. "She's been nothing but helpful to me, Betsy. She didn't enjoy being outed as a telepath but she talked it over with Jean and they came to some conclusions. If you don't like her scanning you, then tell her. She's not unreasonable."

    He quiets as Sam brings up Alexis, then adds to Laura. "She promised not to read anyone deeply while she's here. She can't help being what she is, it's not like she had rules on what she could do before now. Bad habits take time to change."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Alex, all I am saying is be careful of Telepaths that aren't /here/. That have not been vetted, that the school isn't familiar with. I'm talking about protecting everyone else here, not just you. She was a little too cozy in acting like she's got a spell on you already, and acting like she belongs here. So yes, I am a bit on edge about her."

There's a pause, before Betsy moves to stand in front of Alex. "Scanning? No. She felt it was perfectly all right to address me in my mind, without knowing me. That's just piss poor behavior with strangers, even with another telepath, unless there's an emergent reason like what you claim the other night." Betsy's chin lifts, just a fraction as she exhibits model posture. "No rules? I didn't have rules, anyone telling me what I could or couldn't, and I knew better when I was a /teenager/. She should have some idea by now, what is and what is not acceptable. If you think for one moment, that I won't step up to protect everyone else here, you're out of your mind. You make clear the rules, Alex. Or I will, and I won't be playing kissy face with her when I do."

Laura Kinney has posed:
     Laura's sausage and eggs recieve a liberal amount of hot sauce. The bottle has its cap screwed back on tightly, and is returned to the cabinet. "Alex. I was able to kill everyone in the bunker responsible for me except for one. They made a handler to counter me. She could shift her density, make herself harder than my claws. I only escaped her by starting an avalanche. Her name was Kimura, and she /enjoyed/ torturing me. What do you think she would be willing to do to all of you to get me back? Especially if she learned about Gabby and Bellona? I... I do not like risks. Or loose ends." Laura takes a few more bites, staring down at her plate. "Or what if she could make me hallucinate Trigger Scent? Trigger the programming they burnt into my brain." ...Okay. Probably too much talking. "...I should go. I am putting you all at risk with my presence." And she'd been enjoying breakfast, too...

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex gives Laura the Willis look, as she lists things off. "Well...I'm gonna go with her brain would be fried before she got very far by Jean or Betsy, or she's launched into the stratosphere telekinetically by Jean or Betsy, or stabbed with psychic weapons by Betsy, or her powers stolen and turned on her by Hope, or ripped to pieces by Nathan, or pretty much the same thing by Rachel, or my brother would evaporate them with an eye beam, or Sam, who flies like a cannonball launching her off the property...and those ar ethe people I /know/ about who live here." There's a definitely tone of annoyance in Alex's voice now. "I mean, off the top of my head, considering everyone on the freaking campus is powered, and most of the teachers are genuinely terrifying if you think about what they can do.' He holds up a second finger. "Secondly, how the fuck would Emma know what a trigger scent is, because I sure don't and she's met you less than I have. Or know how to trigger you. Or more the fuck importantly, WHY the hell would she want to?" He waves a hand at the wider mansion. "This place is supposed to be a shelter for mutants, right? Why the hell are you immediately down on someone who hasn't even come out as a mutant publically because of what it would to her career for people to know it? Jesus, I get that you people had suck lives, I really, really do. But if you can trust people here, you can at least give people the benefit of the doubt when they've not done anything to suggest they're going to abuse what they can do, huh?"

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over and says "For the record, I did not have a suck life, and my girl friend aint ready for the world to know she is a mutant yet. Part of why was wanting to get Betsy or maybe Jean out to meet her, so I could bring her up her, and show her the other side of the coin from her fathers world.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex looks over at Sam, then nods. "Alright, not everyone. But a lot." he acknowledges.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She glances to Laura, violet eyes bright. "I would never let anyone charge in here to hurt you, or any of the others. Alex is at least right about that. I would launch them with pleasure."

She looks at Alex, and her expression is quizzical. "Most of my life wasn't suck. And once she's vetted, she'll be more than welcome. I am just suspicious of a telepath who was in the right place at the right time, and so generously outed herself to help a stranger. A stranger who is a part of a fairly secretive group, and she's suddenly intimate with said stranger. What could /possibly/ be suspicious about that." British sarcasm and snark is on a whole new level.

She looks over to Sam, managing a smile. "As I said in the garage that day, I am more than happy to meet your lady, Sam. We just need to set a time."

Laura Kinney has posed:
     "A telepath can know anything you know. I do not trust anyone, Alex. Not even myself. I am sorry for disrupting breakfast. Gabby, you know my number. You can text it if you need a ride. Thank you again for the breakfast." Laura stands, taking her plate and heading for the door. ...Probably better if she isn't here right now.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will look between Alex and Betsy and as Laura stands to leave he looks over to her "Gonna be here later, you like hot stuff, will make ya a batch of chicken sometime." He trys to keep out of the argument as he finishes the food that he was cooking as well.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex mmphs as Laura heads off, shaking his head a bit as he points to Betsy. "Kidnapped. Mind controlled. Not something most people deal with. I'm guessing it wasn't fun. And I ran into her by accident, and I'm not exactly in on the majority of the stuff people do here. I know some of it, but if she wanted to read minds for secrets, she should have gone with Doug or something." he says, paushing to take a big bite out of his meal and chewing as he leans back and meets Betsy's eyes, then gestures to Sam. "So. You're going to be just as suspicious of his girlfriend trying to date him just so she can get into the mansion, then? And Scott and Jean approved her staying overnight after she brought me here for help. So she was approved."

    He waves it off. "But fine, you wanna be suspicious, be suspicious. She hasn't done anything to earn that level of distrust." He mmphs. "Other than from Laura, who apparently distrusts everyone and everything."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"No. Because Sam is asking people to meet her, before she shows up here. And his girlfriend, as far as I know, is not a telepath. Let alone a telepath without manners. " She looks at Alex, a head tilt. "I bet you money, Summers. She may not want to be out as a mutant, but I bet by...helping you, she's protecting something of her own. An investment, a secret, something else she wants.. I don't know what. But I have a... a feeling." It's almost like her old precog sensation, but she can't see anything. It's just her gut. "How much do you really know about her? I mean, honestly?" Betsy is trying to sound reasonable. "Alex, I know better than almost anyone, suspicion will help keep you safe. Telepaths are incredibly dangerous, I admit it freely. If I wasn't who I am? I could be a tremendously scary individual. Especially if I felt there were /no rules/." Circling back her side to point out what he himself already said.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over, and says "She doesn't but Doug and some of the others are. Different reasons but yea they tell me going to fast, they think something is odd, but Ah am pretty sure figured out the extra odd, her hiding the fact she is a mutant from her mutant hating dad.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex's hands come down hard on the counter with a solid *CLAP* of sound as he stands up. "Yeah, she did. /ME/. She blew that she was a telepath, she brought me here and outed herself, because she wanted to help /ME/. So sorry that some evil fucker putting something in my head interfered with vetting her first." he snaps.

    A shimmer of small circles starts to appear around Alex in a heat haze.

    "You wanna take issue with her? Go take it up with Jean or Scott. You can tell them how it suited her plans to let them know what she could do, when she's kept it hidden all this time and /didn't have to tell anyone/ that she was a telepath, or even come here and have someone out her. She knew there were telepaths here and she came here anyway!"

    He snags his plate, stalking over then dumps the remainder of the food in the trash and tosses the plate into the sink with a clatter. "Whatever. I'm out of here."

    And with that, he stalks out the door.

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"It wasn't Scott and Jean she was hanging onto like a lamprey." Betsy will snarl at Alex as he stalks out the door. She will clean up the mess, clencing her hands as everything moves around in a whirl of TK power.

She will take a deep breath, and find that center of herself. "I'm sorry, Sam. There was something about that woman that was rubbing me the wrong way, but Summers is too infatuated to see anything but what he wants to." She will smile at the Southern boy. "So, her dad hates mutants, and she is one. She's rich, and hiding what she is... from both sides of her life?"