xp_logs | Tuesday, Cain & Angel - Super-Hero Sandwiches

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Having your brain used as a psychic battleground tends to give anyone an appetite. Thankfully, Cain finds one of the other redheads who can give him a challenge in the eating department.

A quick check showed Angel that the kitchen was clear of anyone crazy or a telepath or both. She was willing to bet she'd get over the twitchies eventually but for right now, she was willing to avoid the issue all together. Besides, she was hungry and didn't want to venture out into the dining hall.

With the cost clear, she took a running start and slide towards the fridge on neon green socks, a practiced move that had her stopping right at the fridge door. "Who has two thumbs and rocks?" she said, mimicking Kyle. "I do!"

"Fun as it looks, I think I'll pass on the sliding," came a grumbling voice from the hallway. Cain stooped his head slightly to avoid a string of construction-paper hearts that someone had taped up across the entrance to the kitchen and glanced around a bit before nodding to the fridge. "I feel like I could eat a house. What've we got in there?"

She beamed at him right as her stomach let out a howl of hunger and instead of flushing, Angel yanked on the fridge doors. "Heya, Mr. Marko, good to see you up and about! And I'm totally there with you on the eating the house thing. Um. As for food? Lots of stuff. And I mean lots." Angel looked at the fridge contents, her stomach and then Cain. "Wanna just pull a ton of stuff out?"

Cain nodded and began hauling things out of the well-stocked fridge. A large loaf of French bread, an entire head of lettuce, paper-wrapped packages of deli meats; the stack grew larger and larger on the counter until he stopped, folding his arms and looking at it. "Well," he said with finality, "what can we do with all of this?"

"We eat it." Angel's smile was growing into a wide grin of excitement. "Oh my god, Mr. Marko, can we make you sized Dagwoods? Please? I promise to eat all of mine!"

"You see me makin' any objections?" Cain said with a grin to match Angel's. In a matter of seconds, the two redheads had an entire counter cleared off, and each had a full-sized sandwich loaf split open in front of them. While Angel was stacking onion slices and layering ham, Cain was troweling on mustard and mayonnaise with a spatula. "We got any olives?" he asked, a second before Angel tossed the jar up in the air for him to grab and invert onto his sandwich, spreading them around.

Giggling like a madman, Angel started to gently toast some of the bread -- not enough to burn but enough to make nice and crunchy. Crunch, as she had learned in her friendship with Kyle, made for a good sandwich. As did cheese. Lots and lots of cheese. "Melted cheese or not melty?" she asked Cain, wiggling her fingers at it.

Cain raised his eyebrows, layering cheese over the mounds of meat on his hoagie and sliding it towards Angel. "Now that's the most useful power I've ever seen. Melt away."

"Isn't it the coolest thing ever?" she agreed and then concentrated, fingers outstretched as she eyed the cheese. Angel forced the microwaves out and at the food, heating it slowly until it bubbled and melted just enough. She stopped, tongue clenched between her teeth, and slide it back over to Cain.

Hefting the sandwich, Cain raised it to his mouth and took a large bite. Chewing for a moment, he finally closed his eyes and let out a noise of relief. "Okay, that's it," he said, "Sandwich-making is the best mutant power ever. I nominate you for new team leader."

"I should get a leather apron, then!" she responded, reaching for her own sandwich. She hesitated, though, and realized the problem. "Hmm, my mouth isn't quite that big..." Putting her hands on top of it, she leaned all of her weight and the pressure she could build down on it, smooshing it into a slightly smaller mountain of food. Still, it was still roughly the size of her head so she set about gnawing on it.

"You never know when it could be useful. The next time Magneto wants to flatten a city, just offer him a hoagie. 'Kneel before me, humans!', 'No, Magneto! Have this delicious sandwich instead!', 'I've changed my mind! Humanity is okay!'," Cain mimed, turning from side to side to mimic a dialogue. "World-saving sub sandwiches, courtesy of the X-Men. Maybe Chuck's been going about things all wrong, eh?"

Teeth in the sandwich, Angel stared at him, wide eyed before starting to giggle like mad. Sadly, it soon turned to frantic coughing as she managed to inhale a piece of lettuce. Choking, she tried to swallow and then gave up...the result being a slight belch of flame and a puff of smoke.

She blinked and coughed again. "Excuse me."

"Easy there, Smokey," Cain said, lightly patting Angel on the back. "Burn down the kitchen and Lorna might have some pretty choice words for you. And somehow I don't think she'll be appeased by a sandwich the size of her... waist," he said, quickly editing his first thought.

"Aww, not even a world saving sub?" Angel asked and then remembered the Mud Incident and shivered. "It would kind of like getting in between a momma bear and her cubs, right?"

Cain nodded. "Y'know, I'd fight anyone I had to if they stepped foot in here with a mind to harm this place, but even I'd think twice about messin' with Lorna's kitchen. Hell hath no fury an' all that."