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Kyle and Angel start their grand hot dog tour before going to join Julio to go do birthday shopping. Kyle meets Angel's dad and Angel finally gets the low down on the X-Men.

"So," Angel said, pausing to lick some wayward chili off her fingers, "I have a Question for you." She glanced over at Kyle and snorted in amusement before calmly going back to finishing off her chili dog. It wasn't a question of how many hot dogs they'd eaten-five so far, each, and there were still plenty of hot dog vendors in the city before they had to go and find Julio-but a slightly more serious question.

That was, if she could take anything seriously during a hot dog experiment.

Kyle finished getting the first half of his hot dog in his mouth, and chewed, and swallowed before saying anything." This isn't about the noodle incident, is it? Because that was totally not my fault." He said carefully. The noodle incident wasn't going to be spoken of. Ever.

She sniffed at the mention of the noodle incident. "No, I already mostly sorta forgave you already, dork." Aiming the tin wrapper at the trash can, she tossed it in and threw up her hands when it went in. "Score one for the flame girl! Anyway, no, it's a question about the school. Dude, what is up with some of the weird stuff? I mean, we get teased about like demons and stuff but there's something else, right? And I know there've been mentions, vague-y mentions of "superheroes" but I took that to mean, like, being saved from the demons and I'm confused."

"No, the demons totally happened. Twice." Kyle said, plainly. "It's on the journals." He examined his hot dog carefully. This one tasted weird. Not like, he thought, bad weird, just odd. "Did we get chicken dogs? I don't remember getting a chicken dog.." He asked, and then shrugged, and took another bite. It wasn't bad. Just weird. "So, by something else, you mean, the big plane, the leather uniforms, or just that half our teachers can kick someone's ass by looking at them funny?"

"Um, I don't think it was a chicken dog but then again, mine had enough chili on it to hide the fact that there even was a hot dog underneath it." Screwing up her face, she nodded at Kyle. "All of the above? Wait, our teachers wear leather uniforms? Like fetishes kind of thing?" She wasn't even half sure of what a fetish person was but she'd heard her dad say it once.

"If you have chili poots on the way home, I'm just sayin? Not my fault. I warned you about that chili," Kyle said, sternly. "And, uh, yeah." He thought for a second. How to handle this? Without having her freak, set him on fire, and ruin a perfectly good if weird hot dog. "How much news do you watch?"

"I'm a girl, Kyle, girls don't get chili poots." Well, they did...she half wondered if she could make them explode and decided not to actually say that in front of Kyle. "A lot, actually, because my dad works for newspapers and stuff."

"Liar." Kyle protested. "They do so. My mom does all the time. And, okay, so..." He started, and then blinked, remembering Angel talking about moving. From the west coast. "Wait, hey, you lived in Seattle! You should have totally seen -that- news. The riot? The big big big one?"

Angel nodded, rubbing her arms. "Kinda hard to forget, my mom was running all through that trying to find and help out her clients." She frowned. "Mr. Summers mentioned they were helping out in the riots but didn't say how."

Kyle glanced over a shoulder quickly, to make sure that no one was close enough to hear, and then grinned. "Our teachers? Are totally superheros." He said, quietly, so as not to carry, but still enthuastically. "Silly code names and superpowers and a big plane. No capes though."

Staring for a second, Angel tried to figure out if he was kidding but...no, he really wasn't. "For real?" she asked, keeping her voice low as well, eyes widening. It looked like the joke she'd said to Marie and what she'd heard wasn't far off from the truth. "Like save the world and everything?"

"Well, like, save large cities. The whole big tidal wave thing in California? The earthquake? Totally them." Kyle said. He gave Angel a confused look.. "Nobody told you about the basketball court, and the hanger and the basement?"

"Nooo," Angel said, shaking her head. "Do they normally tell the new kids or do they leave it for like, a hazing kind of thing?"

Kyle scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. I, uh, am part of the 'woke up in the infirmary' club. Nate, and Sam, and Paige, and Dr. Maddy, she's not here anymore, but coolest, hottest ex-FBI doctor, like, ever, pulled me out of crazy killing machine summer camp." He left out the jail part. That was best explained where Angel couldn't run off screaming. Or set him on fire. "So, I kinda knew from day one."

"Man, am I like the only one to have come in on my own two feet?" she asked, standing up and wiping off her hands. Jeans, the worlds napkin. "Next hot dog stand? I think it's by a place I need to stop at." Angel grinned. "Wanna meet my dad and my--really his--dog?"

"You have a dog? Like, a dog dog, or like, one of those purse dogs?" Kyle asked. "I can't see you with a purse dog though. I mean, I could see you with like, a demented ... bookbag... mop dog or something, but not like, one of those Paris Hilton dogs." He shrugged, and finished the last of his hot dog. "Sure. and, uh, yeah, you pretty much the minority. You, and Forge. Everyone else, boom, rescued by the X-men."

"Ugh, totally not a purse dog. I don't think Buddy would have fit in a purse even when he was a puppy...which wasn't all that long ago, really. Nope, Buddy is a genuine golden lab, all of one years old. My mom just drove him across the country because he gets really bad air sickness." Dancing around as she waited for Kyle to get up, Angel grinned. "I should start my own club..."Came in On my Own Power"."

"So, no demented bookbag dog?" Kyle said, bouncing the foil from his hot dog off the back of his hand, and then his knee, and then his foot, into the trash can. "Dude. That's a long drive. I mean, that's a really really long drive... And you should totally get a shirt. And a mascot."

Angel oohed and applauded at Kyle. "My mom's friend had one once. She didn't bring it around again after it mysteriously fell in the pool at my mom's house." Her father had looked highly too amused for his own good. "My dad really, really loves Buddy and my mom can't take care of him so off she went! Man, you'd think they were in love or something. Ew. Ohh, a shirt! And a mascot! What should my mascot be?"

"Mysteriously, huh?" Kyle said, obviously not believing Angel at all. "And by fell, you mean, it was annoying and someone threw it in?" He followed her down the block, ignoring the call of the donut shop they passed. Today was hot dogs. Donuts could be a different experiment. "What, your mom and the dog? And, uh.. I dunno. Um. I'm not good with mascots."

"Mysteriously," Angel said very firmly, going into a jog. There was the hot dog vendor and right around the corner should be her dad. "And for the record, ew. No, I meant my parents. They've been divorced since I was, you know, 1. And neither am I...we should get someone to help pick out a mascot."

"Maybe the -dog- can be the mascot.." Kyle said, seeing what had to be the dog. It was big, it was still practically a puppy, it had the biggest paws he'd seen on a dog that size, ever, and it was bouncing around on the end of a leash like it was the happiest, most excited dog ever. He had a sinking feeling that he reminded people of that dog sometimes.

"Buddy!" Angel squealed, sprinting the rest of the way to wrap her arms around the dog's neck. Or try since Buddy was now happily shoving her to the ground so he could lick her face. Giggling, she let him for a few seconds before pushing him off and standing up. "Hi, dad."

"Oh, sure, now you say hello after you greeted the dog," Bart Jones teased, heaving himself off of the bench to wrap an arm around his daughter. He caught a glimpse of the young man watching the dog intently. "Friend of yours?"

She poked him in the ribs. "I know that tone and yes, Kyle is a friend from school. Kyle, this is my dad Bart Jones. Daddy, this is Kyle Gibney. He has ears."

Kyle rolled his eyes at Angel, snorting out a laugh, and extended a hand, claws carefully pulled in. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Jones." He said. "And, yeah, ears. The last time the ears came up, Angel set lettuce on fire. And totally got a sandwich out of it." He grinned. "I'm not buying you a hot dog this time..."

She sulked at that but shrugged. "I've got lots of money and plenty more room in the stomach," Angel replied with a sniff.

"Nice to meet you, Kyle." Bart glanced down at his daughter as he stepped back and sat down again, reaching for his cane. "I see you've already discovered my daughter's other mutant ability," he said wryly.

"Daaaaad."

With a whine, Buddy pushed against Kyle's legs in a blatant attempt to get some scritches. Angel laughed. "He likes you...but then again, he likes everyone and you smell like hot dogs. Lots of hot dogs."

"What, the bottomless pit of a stomach? I can't really give her too much crap for that. Anyone who out eats me, totally cool in my book." Kyle said. He reached down to gently scritch at Buddy's ears and neck. "Hey, nothing wrong with wanting a good ear scritch. Or hot dogs, obviously..." He said.

"Bottomless pit, foot in mouth syndrome...even if it can be adorable."

Angel rolled her eyes at her dad and snickered as Buddy whined and started to thump his leg on the ground. "He's a giant baby," she said with glee, "but he's our baby."

"And speaking of our big baby, I should take him back to the house. I've got an assignment soon and I doubt they'd want a drooling mad animal on the loose." Standing up again, this time with the add of his cane, he grinned at the two of them. "Have fun and, please, Angel, stay out of trouble."

"I'll try," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"It was nice meeting you, son," Bart said, nodding at Kyle.

"It was, uh, nice meeting you too." Kyle said, a little nervously. He wasn't sure he'd met anyone nearly as big as his own dad, except Mr. Marko, and Mr. Marko didn't count. He was... Mr. Marko. There were buildings smaller than he was.

Leaning over, Angel planted a kiss on top of Buddy's head and then waved as her dad started to head out. "C'mon," she said cheerfully, looping an arm through his. "There are more hot dog vendors to conquer and then I can terrorize you and Juan with shopping!"

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See, now I can see Angel asking people "On your feet or in the medlab?" when she meets them... *grins* Amanda in my head is very firmly stating she's one of the former too.

Fun log, guys. Kyle and Angel are too cute.