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[ Glad she didn't press him, he starts sniffing out the makings of a sandwich. ]
She can fend for herself.
[ Before Ororo can protest, he adds in assurance, ] Don't worry, I'm gonna ask Jean if she'll keep an eye on her.
[ And then, to Laura, who's followed him inside: ] You like Jean, right?
She can fend for herself.
[ Before Ororo can protest, he adds in assurance, ] Don't worry, I'm gonna ask Jean if she'll keep an eye on her.
[ And then, to Laura, who's followed him inside: ] You like Jean, right?
Enough.
[Laura answers, listening in to this exchange with an intense curiosity. At first, she had thought that maybe she was too much for him to handle and he was looking for a way out. But the more she heard, the more she realized he was just old and too grumpy for life and needed a break.]
He is abandoning me.
[She isn't good at pretending to be dramatic, but she tries just for Storm's benefit. The end result is a flat statement that almost sounds pathetic. Almost.]
[Laura answers, listening in to this exchange with an intense curiosity. At first, she had thought that maybe she was too much for him to handle and he was looking for a way out. But the more she heard, the more she realized he was just old and too grumpy for life and needed a break.]
He is abandoning me.
[She isn't good at pretending to be dramatic, but she tries just for Storm's benefit. The end result is a flat statement that almost sounds pathetic. Almost.]
[Hearing laughter come from Ororo and seeing a slight smile on his face makes her grin. It's unguarded and warm, and soon she's making a sound close to laughter. She doesn't, however, shoo very far away from the food he's working on. she's got her eyes on it, and makes a grab for it. ]
But you are mine. I should be the one giving you to her.
[She likes seeing him happy like this. He's at ease, and it's a new side of him that leaves her feeling playful. So she keeps up the flat dramatic act, the mine in this sense being a familial claim. ]
But you are mine. I should be the one giving you to her.
[She likes seeing him happy like this. He's at ease, and it's a new side of him that leaves her feeling playful. So she keeps up the flat dramatic act, the mine in this sense being a familial claim. ]
What am I- [ Laura's quick, but he's quicker, and snags her by the wrist before she can stick her dirty fingers in the bread. ] -a bride?
[ He wrinkles his nose at her, the scent of rubber almost overpowering, and his expression turns expectant. ]
Yeah, Laura can talk. Once she's washed her hands.
[ He wrinkles his nose at her, the scent of rubber almost overpowering, and his expression turns expectant. ]
Yeah, Laura can talk. Once she's washed her hands.
[How dare he tell her to wash her hands.]
No.
[She stubbornly refuses, before prattling off a couple of sentences in Spanish. In the end though, she relents. Not because he's told her to wash her hands but because she wants to talk to Ororo. She tears her wrist out of his hold and stomps her way over to the sink, where she uses no grace at whatsoever to loudly wash her hands.
Without soap.
She glances over at him, sighs like she's really put out, and then washes her hands again. This time with soap. Drying them on her pants, she stomps back over to Logan and holds out her hand expectantly.]
You are too old to get married.
[And that's all she has to say about that.]
No.
[She stubbornly refuses, before prattling off a couple of sentences in Spanish. In the end though, she relents. Not because he's told her to wash her hands but because she wants to talk to Ororo. She tears her wrist out of his hold and stomps her way over to the sink, where she uses no grace at whatsoever to loudly wash her hands.
Without soap.
She glances over at him, sighs like she's really put out, and then washes her hands again. This time with soap. Drying them on her pants, she stomps back over to Logan and holds out her hand expectantly.]
You are too old to get married.
[And that's all she has to say about that.]
[ Leaning back against the counter, he watches her carry on, the dedicated little drama queen. He'll let the pant wipe go; it's not worth another flurry of threats. On the upside, he's starting to pick up a few key phrases from her, phrases he suspects aren't to be used in mixed company, as they say.
Logan huffs at her remark, punctuating it with the roll of his eyes, but finally hands over the TAB. ]
Knock yourself out, kid.
Logan huffs at her remark, punctuating it with the roll of his eyes, but finally hands over the TAB. ]
Knock yourself out, kid.
No, brides get more of a say than dads.
[ She listens to their little standoff with amusement, making her way over to a window while she waits, as always feeling that unsettling disconnect when she does.
The mansion is the same, but the views from its window most certainly are not.
When she hears that Laura has claimed her prize for washing her hands, she speaks up again. ]
Hello Laura.
[ She listens to their little standoff with amusement, making her way over to a window while she waits, as always feeling that unsettling disconnect when she does.
The mansion is the same, but the views from its window most certainly are not.
When she hears that Laura has claimed her prize for washing her hands, she speaks up again. ]
Hello Laura.
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