2012-09-22: Who Likes Pie?


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Summary: Christopher is on a pie frenzy in the kitchen.

Date: September 22, 2012

Log Title: Who Likes Pie?

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Kitchen

This kitchen was designed to feed large numbers of people, and looks it with its bright white walls and stainless steel appliances. The stove, refrigerator, and dishwasher are all larger than normal. There is an island with stools around it for people to sit and eat around along with a table for twelve by the windows in back. Along the wall is a hole in the wall looking into the dining room so food can be passed back and fourth. Anything you want to cook or eat in the kitchen you will find the food and supplies to do so.

When Christopher gets worried, he cooks. And cooks, and cooks. Anything to keep his mind occupied so he can stay focused and not get too emotional. So the kitchen is filled with pies, many verities from savory to sweet. At least eight pies can be seen cooking on the counter, all with neat little note cards in front indicating the type of pie - Apple Pie, Blueberry Pie, Strawberry Rhubarb Pie, Cranberry Pecan Pie, Sweet Potato Pie, Meat Pie, Sausage and Potato Pie and Chicken Pot Pie. It seems like he's working on baking even more as he is rolling out pie dough, taking out his aggressions on it.

Amy comes into the kitchen, wearing a white tank top with a bunch of dried blood on it and a pair of black sweatpants, which likely means that she was just working out to keep her body in tip top condition. The young woman peers towards the pies and narrows her eyes. Fate is seeking to balance the exercise out somehow it seems. "Those are some nice looking pies. And smelling. Are you trying to trick me into fatness?"

Turning around at the voice, Christopher looks over at Amy. He's wearing an apron and it's covered with quite a bit of flour. "No, I'm not trying to get anyone fat, just needed to use the kitchen here instead of at home, it's larger and allows me to do more at once. Ahmed's been helping me when he can but, anyway, how are you holding up with everything's that's going on?"

"It's messed up, I guess. I don't know any of those people well, but that Nicholas guy helped get me out of one of these wacko's complex, so I figure… well, I should probably figure out how to repay the favour," says Amy, taking a seat and shrugging a shoulder. "I've not been a person with superpowers for long, though, and my power is superanemia. Which is well and good, just not the best 'rescue squad' power. How about you?"

"I wouldn't worry about repaying any favours." Chrisotpher says cautiously, walking over to the sink to wash his hands. "These folks are tough it seems and going after any of them is going to be dangerous right now. It's always the worst part waiting but if they need me, the X-Men will let me know. Oh me, I'm nervous thus all the baking. They're good kids, you're all good kids, and I hate that it happens. So, what kind of pie would you like to try, you can have the first bite of any of them."

Amy's eyes turn towards all of the pies and she says, "Maybe… Sausage and potato pie, I feel like I eat a lot of meat, helps with keeping more protein and iron and stuff with all the, you know, blood coming out all the time." She nods a few timse and says, "Honestly, though, I love pie. I want to eat all of these pies one after another. Too bad I have impulse control… sometimes I wonder if I'd be happier just to let myself go and eat everything."

Christopher gets a deep bowl, and serves Amy a slice of the sausage and potato pie. "That's a new recipe I haven't tried yet, but it's actually a mix of sausage and ground beef with potatoes and onions mixed in so if you want meat, it's got a lot of it." He says the bowl, with fork, down in front of her. "I have to say, you've got one of the more difficult powers I've seen, I'm just happy you're able to manage."

"I guess it's difficult? I dunno, I think it's pretty straightforward, eat blood, live longer, bleed out, and I can like… figure out how people are feeling if I touch their blood or whatever," says Amy, shrugging a shoulder, "I've always been about keeping a positive attitude, you might have met my little brother. Um, Sister. Kaylee. Got that from me."

Of course what with Cale, or, Kaylee as she happens to be most of the time these days, being mentioned, it's only right for her to appear. "I got what now?" she pokes her head into the kitchen, arms laden with a box full of… something technical looking. Computer parts perhaps? Who knows. She's wearing a pair of snug (but not too snug) jeans and a pink zip-up hoody.

"You got her positive attitude." Christopher says to Kaylee as she walks in. "If you would like some pie, there are several kinds here, some sweet and some savory. Your sister is just about to tell me what she thinks of my Sausage and Potato pie." He says with a bit of a smile as he starts working on rolling out more pie crusts again, sprinkling flour over the dough. "So how are things with you Kaylee?"

Amy glances over towards Cale and says, "Well, hey there, Kay. What's going on?" She takes a bit of the pie that she was dished, considering it and then saying, "Aw man, this is freaking delicious. I think every meal should be in pie form… That'd make life so much better."

"I was just… pie?" Kaylee leans further over. Leeeaaan. "Just cleaning out some junk… I got a new roomy…" she trails off, holding the box with one arm while rubbing the back of her neck. "He seems to keep to himself a lot…" she murmurs, shrugging - perhaps it's for the best, however.

"Yes, there is pie." Christopher says as Kaylee leans forward. "I made them for everyone here so if you wish to have a piece of any of them, let me know. Anyway, pie is good but there are so many good foods out there and if everything was in pie form, it'd get boring and dull after a while. Anyway, thank you for the compliment Amy. The key to a good pie is the crust, you have to make it light and flakey."

"Yeah, this is definitely light and flaky," agrees Amy, nodding a few times. She forks again at the pie and then says to Kaylee, "What's your new roommate's name? And can't you find roommateship other than where you are? I can't really help you if anyone decides to beat you up, and I don't much like that."

"What do you mean? I kinda… I mean…" Kaylee pauses, face going somewhat red. "I dunno. I don't think that anybody here is going to beat me up! Besides, I've gotten a lot better at protecting myself! I'm like a superhero now. Kinda. I mean. Okay, not really but…" she tucks one of her bangs back behind her ear nervously. "His name's Paul, I think."

"I think you're over reacting a bit Amy, we don't usually have trouble with roommates getting into physical fights. The occasional argument, well that's a given. Anyway if Kaylee deems the living situation to be something she can't handle then we can look into other rooming options." Christopher says as he cuts Kaylee a piece of Sausage and Potato pie and plates the deep bowl, with a fork, in front of her as well. "Paul, I haven't met him yet, he's still fairly new here."

"I guess… I mean, this is kind of different from where we went to school and stuff I guess," says Amy, glancing over towards Kaylee. She nods a couple of times and smiles, "Well, good for you if you think of yourself all like a superhero and such. That's pretty cool." She takes another bite and then says, "I don't know who Paul is either. My roommate keeps to herself alright too, though I wouldn't mind if she were a bit more social."

"I'm not sure… how I feel about it…" Kaylee shrugs, "It's a little bit weird, I mean, I don't know what he thinks of me, or, like. You know. I mean…" the young mutant trails off, "He probably thinks I'm some big weirdo…"

"Kaylee, have you actually met him or talked to him yet?" Christopher asks out of curiosity as he starts to cut the dough for a pie crust and put it in the pie plate. "And this school is very different from any school on earth. Also I found that, for the most part, we have some of the most tolerant students here since we're all outsiders."

"I guess so. I've always been pretty tolerant, I guess, and I've never really been an outsider or anything," says Amy, shrugging and putting down the fork. "I was actually pretty popular back home. And eh, if he thinks you're a big weirdo, then he's probably a bit jerk."

"Well, no, I mean… I haven't really! I'm just kinda afraid, I mean… What does he think of me? What if he hates me? What if he /likes/ me?" Kaylee picks up the fork and begins poking at the pie, shoveling a bite into her mouth after a moment. "Hey, this is good!"

"Well I mean in the fact that everyone here is a mutant so at some point or another, if you haven't already, everyone here has felt what it's like to be discriminated against over something they can't control." Christopher doesn't say it like it's a bad thing, just as a fact. "And if he likes you, what's so bad about that? Anyway, if you end up having any trouble with Paul don't hesitate to talk to us." And from Christopher's pocket starts to play 'Defying Gravity' from Wicked and he fishes his it out of his pocket. "Sorry, I have to take this it's my husband, probably wondering if I'm still here. Glad you like the pie Kaylee!" He says as he starts to leave for the hallway. "Hello hun, yes, I'm still at Xavier's…"

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