kineticcajun | 2nd Card Dealt [Action/Voice

[Gambit has been a frequent visitor of the Battle Dome lately. Not that he wasn't shy about visiting it before, but ever since the moon fell, he's been working out the excess irritation through copious amounts of explosions. Early today, he goes through his usual training of increasing difficulty in the Battle Dome, working his way up from a warmup into an all-out survival match worthy of the Danger Room the X-Men had back home. Despite the chains of explosions, he still emerges from it all without a scratch.

After cooling down by just wandering idly around the Battle Dome for a while, it's back out into the snow. And Remy hates snow. For one, bad memories (babysitting Wolverine and Sabertooth both in a snowstorm is not a fun experience); but also, he's just not built for snow. Thank god for this nice warm coat.

After a brief trip into the grocery store, he's heading back to his apartment to make some gumbo. Nevermind all this winter weather noise, it's time for something hot and spicy to warm up with.

Community Building 1, hope you don't mind the delicious gumbo scent wafting around the ground floor.

Eventually, after checking to see if the snow has stopped - and seeing that it hasn't - he'll turn to the journals.]

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Still snowin', huh.

Is it always this cold this early 'round here? Or is this jus' a sign we're in for a real rough winter?

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[She eyes his accumulated groceries with thinly veiled interest. What does Evil eat, she wonders?]

Looks like you've got your own concerns.

[Drop her coffee in the snow. She represses a shiver of horror at the thought.]

[Evil eats gumbo. Although that may or may not be immediately apparent. His groceries are spices, onions, and rice so far, and a package of shrimp. But it's mostly spices. Priorities.

He just gives her an amused look for the grocery-snooping.]

Somehow, I don't think any of this stuff is goin' anywhere. [Except possibly the shrimp.] But I guess you gotta point.

Ah, I know what you mean. The grocery has a large, replenishing stock of more conventional food and spices, but it's not often I find exactly what I'm looking for.

A shame, too, as I know familiar food helps take away the homesickness.

[ Hey. Hey. Gambit. You're being followed. Jubilee's creeping along behind you, putting all those years of evading mall security to good use. ]

[Evading mall security and evading a master thief are not quite on the same level, Jubes. But Gambit humors her for a while, pretending not to notice, before he chuckles quietly.]

There a reason you're followin' me around, petite?

[ sure it is! okay, maybe not. but living in a mall has given her supernatural stalking power... okay no. But she's not at all surprised. ]

I recognize those ingredients.

[He glances back at her with a grin. Does the girl have gumbo radar or something? Although considering everyone else he seems to be running into, maybe it's an X-Men thing.]

Guess you caught me. [Beat. He still remembers her mentioning something about his cooking before.] Not hungry, are you?

Not hungry! Starved. Stalking you is hard work, you know?

Can't go makin' it easy for you, can I?

[Shaking his head amusedly, he falls back to walk next to her instead of ahead. Talking to someone behind your back is a little awkward.]

Gonna take me a while to get all this ready.

I'd offer to help. But I dunno how you are in the kitchen. [ older gambit wasn't above chasing them out with charged cards, you know. ]

[And this Gambit is no different. But it does earn her a curious look. Yet another thing she already knows.]

Usually better on my own, petite. But if you're up for choppin' onions...

[Those sunglasses cannot save you.]

Yeck! Gag me with a spoon, no way!

[Can't. Not. Laugh.]

Haven't heard that one in a while.

Yeah, yeah. Laugh at the past girl, get it all out of your system. [ THAT IS HIP AND HAPPENING SPEAK BRO. ]

[HIP AND HAPPENING... IN THE PAST. Shaking his head and smiling, he nods towards community building 1.] C'mon, no need t'get your feathers all ruffled. I'll even handle de onions.

[...'course, she just talked him into letting her do more work. There's a win there somewhere. It's just hard to see it, as she reaches for a half-pint of whole milk.]

Maybe not. Looks like you've got enough spices ta set off a rocket trail. I hope ya weren't plannin' on usin' all that pepper.

[Clearly taunting him about his cooking (or lack thereof? She doesn't know.) is a better to go.)

[Hey. He's an awesome cook. Just ask Jubilee. But still, he can forgive the underestimation. He probably doesn't exactly look like he knows his way around a kitchen.]

'Course not. Not all at once, at least. Gumbo ain't any good if it ain't spicy.

[Also that's kind of the entire reason he went out in this weather in the first place.]

['lest Rogue commit the terrible sin of actually agreeing with him, she mutters something under her breath about how she bets it's to hide the burnt shrimp.

And with the milk in hand, she really has no reason to stick around, except...

...

Yeah.]

Tryin' your hand at comfort food?

[Some strange sense of responsibility and... something makes her want to see if he's handling the repercussions of the last week all right.]

[Storm, please tell him you are not accusing him of homesickness. ~~Even though it's kind of true.~~ It makes him feel like a little kid at sleepaway camp.]

Could prob'ly use a li'l more variety. Jus' one more thing the Malnosso could use some work on.

[Comfort food, huh. After the last couple of weeks, probably everyone in Luceti could use a bit of comfort food. Between the masks and the moon, he's been more frazzled than he'd care to admit, but the Battle Dome has already absorbed most of the backlash.

And so he gives a lazy shrug. No need to act like any of it has been bothering him.]

Guess you could say that. Old recipe of my Tante Mattie's. Always was best in cold weather.

[Cold is clearly far worse than being crushed by the moon. It's easier to complain about, at least.]

If you wanna try any, I can save some for you, chere.

[Well, that's about as much of a response as she could figure.]

I don't think so. I wouldn't want ya to ruin my appreciation of gumbo.

[Since you will clearly ruin it.]

Now you're jus' woundin' me.

[Although his feigned look of hurt isn't too convincing. This is a man totally confident in his gumbo-making ability.]

[She snaps her gloved fingers, giving him an impish look.]

And I wasn't even tryin'.

[Indeed.]

The moon crashed? Silly two legs, what could they have been thinking?

Lucky shot, ma chere.

[Two can play at this impish game, Rogue.]

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