Owner	Pose
Marie-Ange Colbert	The Kitchen at the Xavier Institute is a sort of nexus of all realities. Students, teachers, visitors... anyone who interacts with the mansion in any way is bound to come into this room at one point or another. Why? Well, that's simple. People have to eat, and that includes one Marie-Ange Colbert... though that's not the reason she's here today. The kitchen in her apartment at the college dorms, afterall, has been more than adequate for day to day food. Today, though, she's ready for something different. She's dressed for her mission today, wearing a yellow, short-sleeved t-shirt and a black knee-length skirt under a white apron that's already gotten some brownish stains on it. Her hair's tied back in a ponytail with a yellow bow, and there's a couple bandages wrapped around her arms and one of her legs. In one hand, she's got a mixing bowl, the other a spoon and she's currently stirring a dark brown concoction of some sort as she hums a merry tune. It may be time to run for the hills. Marie-Ange Colbert is attempting to /bake./
Kurt Wagner	Kurt has a nose. Sure, he may not be able to easily smell rotten eggs from a bit of burnout of that particular receptor, but he can smell as well as any man...as well as most men. Up-side down, the mutant's blue-furred head pops into view as he hangs from the brickwork on the outside of the mansion.     "Guten tag!" he says, the words bursting forth exhuberantly from his mouth like enthusiastic jumping beans!
Marie-Ange Colbert	Admittedly, the concoction doesn't smell terrible... Marie's been following the directions out of a cookbook, and the people of the mansion are pretty good about getting rid of bad food. She's also come to expect people just popping into the place, sometimes from out of no where, so it's not a panicked spin towards the sudden voice, but a cheery one, accompanied by a wave of a spoon (which flings brownie batter across the room. Whoops!). "Monsieur Wagner! It is good to see you again. How are you today?" she asks, flashing a bright smile as she gives the mixture a few more stirs. Almost ready for pouring!
Kurt Wagner	---BAMF!---     Kurt lets go of the building, pushing away from it and just barely starting to fall when he disappears completely. Thankfully, that bit is outside. However, inside, less than a second later... ---BAMF!---     Kurt appears right side up and lands on the floor easily. The blue fur of his torso is covered with a tee shirt and shorts that make up one of his workout outfits. He turns toward Marie and smiles in a secondary greeting. However, he is distracted by what she's working on. "Ooh!" he says. "Brownies? Count me in!" He stands on tip-toe to peek into the bowl. "Do you need someone to lick the spoon?"
Marie-Ange Colbert	Fortunately, she's also been around Kurt enough to not be too astonished by his tendencies to disappear and reappear, either! There's a nod offered first, as she turns to set the bowl on the counter... digging into a cabinet for a brownie pan. "Oui, brownies!" She declares with a little grin. "The holiday Valentine's Day is coming, non? I felt it would be nice to prepare something that is... from the heart, and so I am learning how to make them." Marie isn't a gourmet chef by any means, but her meals are at least passable. Her baking, though... /that/ has always been suspect. "...and if that is how Americans clean the spoons, certainly!" She does take a moment to pour the batter into the waiting pan, using the spoon to scrape out as much as she can. They're likely to come out as misshapen squares, but that's not so bad, right? Once she's done, she offers the spoon towards the elf with a cheery. "Bon appetit, mon ami!"
Kurt Wagner	Kurt raises a curious eyebrow, his smile not fading as his heel...toes...as his feet flatten against the floor. "Ja?" he asks. "Are you practicing for anyone in particular?" he continues, only prying a little bit as he takes the spoon. He licks the spoon and closes his eyes, letting out a long, soft yummy sound.
Marie-Ange Colbert	"Oui!" Marie isn't a girl of many secrets. When things are hers to tell, she's happy to share the knowledge... although certain things, like the fact that she's a mutant at a school for them, or the secret identities of her friends who've trusted her with those? Yeah, she can keep quiet about. This one, though, is not so closely guarded. "Fate has smiled upon me, Monsieur Wagner. My path has once again crossed with a former amoureuse after we had drifted apart." she explains, taking a moment to peek at the book, then taking the pan and popping it into the over. /Then/ she turns the temperature knob, and sets the little kitchen timer to the appropriate number. "My path has not always been the most joyous, but I knew if I continued to follow what fate had set out before me, things would... how you say, look up?" A glance to see if she got it right, "Eventually... and they have!" Which is a far cry from the Hermit that had plagued her readings, demanding her isolation from most everyone she knew for quite a while.
Kurt Wagner	Kurt smiles a genuine smile at the girl. "Ja?" he asks, almost rhetorically. "Well, it's good!" he continues. Dropping the licked spoon into the sink, he says, "If these ones are just practice, I call dibs on the middle one, ja?" He winks at her. "So long as it won't make your amoureuse jealous."
Marie-Ange Colbert	"Oui!" Marie responds excitedly. "I... have not had someone to be with in Valentine's Days past, but Jenny" Roulette, "was kind enough to give me advice on such things when I first started dating. She is much more worldly and experienced with such things than I." For most anyone else, getting -- and taking -- advice from one Jennifer Stavros was likely a recipe for disaster. Marie was one of the exceptions to the rule; the blonde was protective of the oft-naive and goodhearted redhead, and wouldn't lead her astray. "Of course, Monsieur Wagner! You have called the dibs first, so it is your right, n'est-ce pas?" A cheery wink to that, as she moves to hop up on the counter. Favoring her unbandaged leg for pushing herself up. "I had planned that my, ah, practice batches would be shared among the mansion's residents -- and I do not believe she will be jealous! She is most understanding." The girl talks as if she's walking on air. Which, technically, her feet /are/ off the ground at the moment, but that's besides the point!
Kurt Wagner	Kurt smiles again and nod. "Good!" he says, enthusiastically. "You look happy. Unfortunately, now, I need to work off all those calories from the batter! Back to the grinding, as they say, ja?" He waves. "Guten morgen, Marie!" he offers in parting, before suddenly-- ---BAMF!---