xp_logs | Logan and Ororo | Friday morning

Logan stops by Ororo's room with food. Eating ensues, and they end up arranging... a date?

Logan knocked on Ororo's door, his other hand busy with keeping a covered tray nice and even. It took some doing, but he'd found a place in the city that did a half-creditable job at Kenyan food. And given her spiky scent when he'd passed her upon her return, something was _seriously_ up.

The thing about flying back from Africa with Scott on the Blackbird was that you didn't get all the nice layovers and stops that allowed one's biological clock to catch up on the missing time zones. Ororo mumbled something and rolled over in her bed when the knock came at her door, but propriety eventually roused her and she threw on a robe before stumbling into the main room to get the door. "Coming," she called, trying her best not to sound like she had just awakened from a sleep coma.

Looks like Logan had picked a bad time to come visit - she sounded exhausted, even through the door. Still, he had food and he wanted to
see for himself what had her so cranked. He owed her at least that much.

"Logan!" Ororo blinked as she pulled open the door, then smiled a bit blearily at the man standing there. "Good... morning? How are you?" She supposed that most people already knew about her return on the Blackbird, though she trusted Scott's discretion that they didn't know too much more about the whole situation. I hope.

"Catch you at a bad time?" he asked, admiring her very ... touseled ... choice of clothing. Just the thing to perk up a man's day. "Brought you some lunch, but looks like you're not up for a chow-and-bull session."

"Oh, no, I am starving, actually," she admitted with a shake of her head, opening the door a bit wider to admit him. "Though how much company I will be in the meantime is debatable. I am afraid I seem to have lost the youthful knack of crossing multiple time zones without any repercussions... I wonder if I will ever make up the sleep." Smiling crookedly, she waved him in. "But please, come in. It is good to see you."

Without trying to be completely blatant about it, Logan inhaled deeply as he passed her. She smelled tired. Clean, but tired. And faintly of
ozone, which probably meant that she'd used her power somewhat recently. "Figured you might want one last touch of home cooking." he
said, revealing the tray's contents. "Hope they didn't fuck it up."

"It smells wonderful." Unfortunately, Ororo had been making it a habit of grabbing food at the kitchen and eating at her desk, and there was no real dining area in her suite. With a shrug she led Logan towards the couch, tucking her robe in around her a bit more firmly as they both settled down on the cushions. Something he had said seemed vaguely strange to her, though it took her a moment to figure out what it was. "One last touch?" she finally repeated, looking confused. "Is the kitchen shutting down?"

"Dunno. Would depend on the flake we got running the place." he groused. "Besides, didn't you just spent a whole lot of time in Africa?" he asked curiously. Maybe he was misinformed. "Got some boots in your closet that still smell of African mud." He took the dishes off the tray and arranged them as best he could on the couch and on the floor before them. "Go on, tell me if this place is any good."

Slowly the pieces fell into place - the food did smell a bit exotic for the mansion's usual fare. Looking closer, Ororo could see the name of a local restaurant imprinted on the side of one of the dishes. Ah, that home. She gave a grin as she picked up a fork and took a bite, nodding appreciatively at the precise balance of spices that dissolved on her tongue. "Definitely good," she told him after she had taken another bite. "This is perfect, Logan. Thank you. I suppose I should not be surprised you devised my whereabouts so easily." Everyone else did, after all.

"Had no idea until I passed you on the way back up." he said. "Figure for those who got 'em, home's a nice place to visit for a while." he
said, picking up a piece of food and tossing it back. His eyes didn't quite bulge out, but he managed to refrain from hocking the
partially-chewed piece of food across 'Ro's living room. This was the shit she grew up on? No wonder Africa was starving.

"Yes... though it can be a disconcerting experience, sometimes." Ororo's expression got a bit more pensive as she continued to eat, though she remembered to turn a little and smile at Logan as she reached for another container. "Things are never exactly as you left them."

"Everything changes." he said, trying to figure out how to eat as little of possible of this so-called food and not piss Ororo off. "And
if it didn't, then you did." he added bluntly. "Isn't that what the psych geeks say?"

"And how right they are," 'Ro said reflectively. Picking up a samosa, she nibbled at a corner, leaning her back against the arm of the couch. "It is silly to expect otherwise, of course. But shocking all the same..."

"The boys in Psych called it right. I think the world might end." he said with a laugh, daring another bite of food.

Nope. Still tasted like lukewarm ass.

"You look good." he said after a few moments. "Better than usual, anyway." he added. "Want to go hit that Cuban place again sometime, pick up some mojitos?"

Ororo had been busy trying to stifle her laughter at the expression on Logan's face - it was just too comical. "Oh, yes," she said belatedly, grinning at him. "I would like that. And perhaps the food will be more to your liking, there."

"Sounds good to me." he said with a grin. "And yeah, this stuff tastes like ass." he said, discreetly spitting out his latest effort into a
napkin. "Cuban food's pretty tasty, but I'm thinking more about those cool mojitos and the hot music." he said, looking right at her. "Could
be a wild night. You up for it?"

"Unlike the last time I left the mansion under mysterious circumstances, I did not return a near-invalid," Ororo replied with a smirk. She popped a finger in her mouth to lick off the excess grease, sliding a foot across the couch to nudge Logan's shin. "I can handle it, I am sure."

Logan barked out a laugh at that, then tried (not) very hard to banish the images she was effortlessly planting in his head. She had an
_evil_ way about her, Ororo did, and that was one of the reasons he liked her so much. Still, two could play at this game. "Better make
sure you get a good night's sleep beforehand." he commented offhandedly. "Could be a very, very long night."

Ororo groaned good-naturedly, though she was still on the verge of yawning with tiredness, if she was being honest. "Dancing is just like sparring," she said then, "and I can spar for a very long time."

Logan laughed at that. "Speaking of getting some sleep, looks like the only think you want right now is a hot date with your bunk." he said
with a grin. "Come on, you, I'll clean all this up. Get back to bed!"

Normally 'Ro wasn't one to be shooed, but it would've been folly to try and argue otherwise in this case. She stood and stretched, waiting for Logan to stand up as well before putting her arms around him in a hug. "Thank you, Logan," she murmured, her cheek pressed to his.

Logan hugged her back, hard, before disentangling himself from her. "Get some sleep. You want me for anything, you know where I am." he
offered gruffly but tenderly. A little R&R would do her a world of good. A vacation to recover from her vacation.

With a smile and a nod Ororo headed back towards her bed, already yawning in anticipation. See? It was good you returned... there would have been many things you missed.