[That she's 'into' them, anyway. She's not completely sure about what she likes and doesn't like yet, especially when she's only been free to explore things like books within the last few weeks. But... it's definitely an experience she can look forward to, she thinks.]
Our nurse read them to us. It was a secret.
[A somewhat concerning comment, but she breezes past it.]
( he says that more to himself. a pause in his actions before he’s giving a soft huff and shake of his head. )
Yeah. I had a few when I was your age. Not sure what they have here though, if any. You think they would since they seem to have everything else almost.
( twisting open the jar of peanut butter, he sets it aside. gets the bread out and sets two slices on a plate. glancing over to a fruit bowl there, he grabs a banana in one hand and an apple in the other. holding them up, he turns to laura then. )
What do you think? Apple or banana with this sandwich?
[She has absolutely no concept of what makes a good or bad sandwich, nor does she understand what would pair best with them, so please understand that this is a very intense question and requires a lot of focus on her part... Eventually, she points one finger toward the apple. Because she — well, she just likes apples more, and apple pie is delicious, so the apple will have to do.]
They say you can ask for things.
I would ask for a horse.
[She is eleven. And she is a horsegirl. It checks out.]
he goes about grabbing a knife and cutting board. setting the apple atop it. starts slicing into it while he listens to laura. a pause in the slicing, he looks over his shoulder to her, what with his back turned to her there and all. )
A horse.
( a slow nod, he offers a faint smile before he looks back to what he's doing. )
We had a few of those at the school. They had their own stables, too.
( the school's grounds were vast and they'd had a number of things and activities for the kids to do. spreading a good amount of peanut butter on both sides of the bread, he lays the sliced apples across one of the sides then puts it together to make a sandwich. truly, a masterpiece on the spot.
turning back to her, he holds the plate out for her to take. )
[It's a weird thing, to vocalize a wish. She's never done that before. Not out loud, anyway. Children can be nothing but wishes on the inside. Children can also be terribly ravenous with their food; she dives into the sandwich without a moment's delay, taking a too-large bite.]
Bike? Cómo se dice... The loud kind?
[She saw a few, on their roadtrip. They seem very different from the bikes children would ride.]
( there's a short puff of amusement there on his lips when she goes and asks that. )
Definitely the loud kind. That a certain someone who shall remain nameless enjoys stealing off me every now and then.
( three guesses who that could be.
he goes back to fixing a sandwich for himself — adds on a good dollop of peanut butter to the bread — as he he mulls over what she'd said earlier about wishing she had gone to the school. )
[It speaks to some great tragedy, that she doesn't know who he's taking about. She never got a chance to really know her father -- his likes, his dislikes, things he did in his long life. She only knew him a week, and it was one that Logan had used to practically crawl into a bush like a dying animal. But she would love to know more about the loud, rumbling bikes, with their strange gasoline smells and how they make the wind whip your clothes around. She wonders if bugs get stuck on your face, of if they have more sense to get out of the way of bikes, unlike big trucks.
Nodding, she considers how to broach the topic. After all, Cyclops was an X-Men. X-Men were her dad's friends. She thinks maybe even 'family', since the word seems to not adhere to biology the way she had always thought it had. He'll have to make the connection sooner or later, though... even if she hates to explain how bad things had gotten.]
... I'm a mutant. I can show you.
[Holding up one hand, she makes a fist.
And from that fist, twin adamantium-coated claws punch through her knuckles, extending in full.]
( he doesn't know what he's expecting when she says she'll show him but, with all the kids he's been a teacher and guardian to, he keeps an open mind. there really isn't anything he hasn't seen before and nothing that could make him not want to protect them to the best of his ability.
so he turns to face her. waits... and that's when his expression changes to one that reads more confused than anything else. not because this is anything new to him, but because it's not. it's actually quite familiar in a way he hasn't seen with anyone else aside from one other mutant.
he's quiet. takes a second to process that. files it away. brings himself back here with laura. )
Dark, thoughtful eyes keeping tabs on his reaction.]
... I didn't think it would be.
[But suddenly, she feels a little nervous. The closest thing one could explain it as, though she wouldn't know the concept, would be imposter syndrome. Would she measure up to someone like her father, with the other X-Men? Ororo and Jean like her, but it hadn't stopped her from being somewhat anxious to know their reactions. After all, her father was something terribly special, even with how everything happened in the end — or rather, in spite of how everything happened. At the end.
( i'm logan's daughter, she says, and scott... is left a touch speechless for a moment. it's obvious with the adamantium claws, even if they differ from logan's slightly. but it's more that he knows one isn't born with adamantium laced on their bones. it's done experimental. like it had been to logan... and that just has scott wonder a number of things.
things he shouldn't wonder aloud in front of a child. so, slowly— )
Logan's daughter... well, that would explain the claws.
( he goes with that, shake of his head to follow for a moment before he blows out a long breath and leans back there against the counter. gives himself another second. )
I, uh— didn't know he had any kids. ( arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he eyes laura there. ) He tends to come and go a lot around the school.
[She nods, calm and unbothered. She doesn't quite understand the implication of the adamantium claws to a mutant who would understand the nightmare associated with it.]
He didn't know he had a kid, either. I was — a sudden... surprise.
[Is that the best way to frame it? Without being to blunt about the state of things, when they'd first met? She thinks so. This sandwich is mighty good, by the way; it's a good thing to distract her from her own concerns over how Scott's viewing her in this new light.]
I only met him for a few days, before I arrived here.
( for the x-men, he means. how they suddenly found themselves with logan— with the wolverine on their team. again, something the two of them seem to have in common.
arms still folded there against his chest, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip — glances around the kitchen a bit before he looks back over to laura who seems more than pleased with the sandwich she'd been given. he's glad. it really had been a spur of the moment thing. )
He gives you a hard time, you just let me know. I'll handle him. It's what I do.
[The small, cheeky look of a child who knows how to absolutely push her father's buttons if he rightly deserves it. She's a menace. Especially to those who haven't made her a sandwich.
And in this way, Scott has an accomplice with regards to bickering with Logan.]
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[That she's 'into' them, anyway. She's not completely sure about what she likes and doesn't like yet, especially when she's only been free to explore things like books within the last few weeks. But... it's definitely an experience she can look forward to, she thinks.]
Our nurse read them to us. It was a secret.
[A somewhat concerning comment, but she breezes past it.]
There a lot of comics? Not just X-Men?
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( he says that more to himself. a pause in his actions before he’s giving a soft huff and shake of his head. )
Yeah. I had a few when I was your age. Not sure what they have here though, if any. You think they would since they seem to have everything else almost.
( twisting open the jar of peanut butter, he sets it aside. gets the bread out and sets two slices on a plate. glancing over to a fruit bowl there, he grabs a banana in one hand and an apple in the other. holding them up, he turns to laura then. )
What do you think? Apple or banana with this sandwich?
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They say you can ask for things.
I would ask for a horse.
[She is eleven. And she is a horsegirl. It checks out.]
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he goes about grabbing a knife and cutting board. setting the apple atop it. starts slicing into it while he listens to laura. a pause in the slicing, he looks over his shoulder to her, what with his back turned to her there and all. )
A horse.
( a slow nod, he offers a faint smile before he looks back to what he's doing. )
We had a few of those at the school. They had their own stables, too.
( the school's grounds were vast and they'd had a number of things and activities for the kids to do. spreading a good amount of peanut butter on both sides of the bread, he lays the sliced apples across one of the sides then puts it together to make a sandwich. truly, a masterpiece on the spot.
turning back to her, he holds the plate out for her to take. )
I'm a little more into bikes myself.
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[It's a weird thing, to vocalize a wish. She's never done that before. Not out loud, anyway. Children can be nothing but wishes on the inside. Children can also be terribly ravenous with their food; she dives into the sandwich without a moment's delay, taking a too-large bite.]
Bike? Cómo se dice... The loud kind?
[She saw a few, on their roadtrip. They seem very different from the bikes children would ride.]
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Definitely the loud kind. That a certain someone who shall remain nameless enjoys stealing off me every now and then.
( three guesses who that could be.
he goes back to fixing a sandwich for himself — adds on a good dollop of peanut butter to the bread — as he he mulls over what she'd said earlier about wishing she had gone to the school. )
I take it you're a mutant then. Like me.
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Nodding, she considers how to broach the topic. After all, Cyclops was an X-Men. X-Men were her dad's friends. She thinks maybe even 'family', since the word seems to not adhere to biology the way she had always thought it had. He'll have to make the connection sooner or later, though... even if she hates to explain how bad things had gotten.]
... I'm a mutant. I can show you.
[Holding up one hand, she makes a fist.
And from that fist, twin adamantium-coated claws punch through her knuckles, extending in full.]
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so he turns to face her. waits... and that's when his expression changes to one that reads more confused than anything else. not because this is anything new to him, but because it's not. it's actually quite familiar in a way he hasn't seen with anyone else aside from one other mutant.
he's quiet. takes a second to process that. files it away. brings himself back here with laura. )
Not the first time I've seen that.
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Dark, thoughtful eyes keeping tabs on his reaction.]
... I didn't think it would be.
[But suddenly, she feels a little nervous. The closest thing one could explain it as, though she wouldn't know the concept, would be imposter syndrome. Would she measure up to someone like her father, with the other X-Men? Ororo and Jean like her, but it hadn't stopped her from being somewhat anxious to know their reactions. After all, her father was something terribly special, even with how everything happened in the end — or rather, in spite of how everything happened. At the end.
Holding her partly eaten sandwich, she says:]
I'm Logan's daughter.
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things he shouldn't wonder aloud in front of a child. so, slowly— )
Logan's daughter... well, that would explain the claws.
( he goes with that, shake of his head to follow for a moment before he blows out a long breath and leans back there against the counter. gives himself another second. )
I, uh— didn't know he had any kids. ( arms coming to fold in front of his chest, he eyes laura there. ) He tends to come and go a lot around the school.
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He didn't know he had a kid, either. I was — a sudden... surprise.
[Is that the best way to frame it? Without being to blunt about the state of things, when they'd first met? She thinks so. This sandwich is mighty good, by the way; it's a good thing to distract her from her own concerns over how Scott's viewing her in this new light.]
I only met him for a few days, before I arrived here.
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( for the x-men, he means. how they suddenly found themselves with logan— with the wolverine on their team. again, something the two of them seem to have in common.
arms still folded there against his chest, he drags his teeth over his bottom lip — glances around the kitchen a bit before he looks back over to laura who seems more than pleased with the sandwich she'd been given. he's glad. it really had been a spur of the moment thing. )
He gives you a hard time, you just let me know. I'll handle him. It's what I do.
( even when he doesn't want to. )
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... Don't worry.
I know how to give him a hard time back.
[The small, cheeky look of a child who knows how to absolutely push her father's buttons if he rightly deserves it. She's a menace. Especially to those who haven't made her a sandwich.
And in this way, Scott has an accomplice with regards to bickering with Logan.]