Morgan & Laurie | Lunch

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Laurie and Morgan meet up for lunch, but Morgan entirely sidesteps Laurie's inquiries about her new boyfriend in light of the fact that Laurie wants to take Morgan's big brother out on a date.

Morgan was sitting across from Laurie at a cafe a few blocks away from the brownstone. They'd already ordered and were just awaiting their food's arrival. After sipping her coffee Morgan eyed Laurie warily. "You've not burnt anything down since I moved out, have you? Because I'm not sure about this supposed bill of health thing you claim you've been given."

Laurie snickered and then smiled at the waiter who seemed to appear out of nowhere beside their table. "Could we get some water, please?" she said, eyeing the menu in front of her. "And I suppose I could have burnt something down, but wouldn't you have heard about it? Besides, I'd have had to go find a cigerette lighter, or matches or something and then Kyle would've asked awkward questions and it would've all gone down hill from there."

"Because awkward questions are so the worst part of burning things down?" Morgan arched an eyebrow at her former suitemate. "All that fire and heat and burning is in no way awkward at all." She shook her head, laughing as she did. Knowing that eventually conversation would turn to the mythical boyfriend she had referenced on Monet's journal and knowing that she was shit with girltalk Morgan opted to steer the conversation in another direction. "You got everything set for your world tour?"

"Yep. Lucky too, since we're leaving on the 20th. I did tell you we were leaving on the 20th, yeah?" Laurie replied, eyes widening suddenly as she realised she may have forgotten that particular dot point on her list of 'things that must be completed'. She was just lucky that the tour operator at the local mall had been pretty calm with her complete inability to not be panicked about everything that needed to get done.

Morgan stared at Laurie, then blinked very slowly several times. "No, no you didn't. When on the twentieth are we leaving? You realize I've a new boss to report to on this, right? Actually, I think before this moment I knew only moderately more about departure than I do about why Ea had asked me if I would maim him if he touched you in entirely consensual-only ways?" Yeah, that was one she totally wanted an answer for.

"Oh...um." Laurie paused for a second to accept the jug of water from the waiter and poured some into two glasses, pushing one toward her companion before taking a sip herself. "I guess it kinda got lost in everything else. I suppose I could call the airline and rebook for the next week if Remy won't let you off. Or I could go ask him? Do you think he'd let you go if I asked?"

Morgan snorted. "Nice dodge about Ea there, Peaches. I think I need to be a big girl and ask him myself. I'll figure out a way to persuade him. Does he like you? Because I've no shame at all about throwing in a comment about making sure you are competent enough to not get yourself maimed, stolen or dead when left on your own to try to sell it."

Laurie thought about the last time she'd seen Remy, and the fact that he'd shown her just what could happen if she was stupid enough to ever forget to keep her cellphone on her and turned on at all times. She figured that someone who didn't care at all wouldn't have gone to the point of giving her that lesson, but she wasn't sure that qualified as 'like'.

"I don't know, to be honest. He might rememeber me, maybe. I used to hang around the Brownstone a lot while I was waiting on Amanda to come pick us up, so I figure he'd know I was one of Xavier's mob. You could try and play on the poor lost lamb routine but I've got a feeling he's not exactly a pushover. Tell him I'll come and stand at his doorstep and look at him pathetically every time he goes out, and that might do it." Laurie noted, eyes alight with humor and no small amount of mischief.

Morgan choked on the water she was attempting to swallow. "I think he might just assign someone to throw you over their shoulder and carry you away. While wearing a gas mask for pheromone protection. I could offer to work while I'm there. Should manage it alright if he agrees to that." Morgan thought about that a bit. She was sure she could probably convince him somehow. After a while she nodded to herself and focused back on Laurie. "So, are you going to explain or do I have to go point something shiny, sharp and pointy at the guy holed up on my couch at night who showed up on my doorstep escorted by you?"

"Speaking of men, what was all this about a boyfriend that you totally haven't told me about?" Laurie asked, picking up a breadstick and waving it at her friend. "As to Eamon, well, I'd like to take him to dinner, but I think he wanted to make sure you wouldn't kill him first."

Morgan's eyes went wide and round. "'Like to' as in hasn't happened yet or has happened? You were serious about that? Because I told him and he didn't believe me and then he just grinned his ass off at me. Sort of like he has the few times I've mentioned you, actually." Her voice trailed off and she gave Laurie as suspicious look as if she'd gone and done something to, or possibly with, Eamon.

"Like to as in hasn't happened yet." Laurie noted, pouting slightly at her friend. "He's got some sort of complete gentleman thing going on. While it's nice to know the man has a healthy fear of consequences, it's quite annoying when it cuts into my ogling time. You should tell him it's okay, I'm nineteen this year, you know. Not like I'm not completely legal...well, for everything except drinking."

Morgan leaned back in her chair a little and processed that information. "Aye, he better be a fucking gentleman or I'll cut his nuts off and feed them to him. Slowly. In pieces. After frying them in butter and garlic and lemon." Her tone was level and completely serious. She knew Eamon wouldn't do anything untoward because, well, he was pretty damn attached to his balls. It was still a bit weird to wrap her head around. "He doesn't know about your mutation, by the way. I don't mean that in a don't-abuse-it way. I mean that in a he's-going-to-treat-you-like-any-other-girl way. And let's not tell him you're eighteen. You're legal, that's the best and most descriptive answer he should get. Otherwise he might start to feel like a dirty old man or summat." Or at least he should because Laurie was eighteen and he was definitely nearly twenty years older than her.

"Nineteen." Laurie informed her, closing the menu in front of her and leaning back. "It's the year that counts, not the month I was born in. That's how I've always seen it. Should I tell him, do you think? About my mutation that is. I figure considering you're not going to kill him, he'll probably figure I'm old enough to take on a dinner date. He's nice, he treats me like he's actually interested in what I'm saying and he doesn't have any gross public habits. That, and he's oh dear lord, hot. I figure that's enough to get a first date in anyone's book."

Morgan shook her head. "You're not nineteen yet, I don't care what measuring stick you wanna use, Peaches, your passport and license both say you are eighteen. That creeps me out thinking of you two, so just skip any mention of your age so he doesn't potentially start worrying if he's in the same category as Mike. Take my word for it, it's not something Ea would want to aspire to and it will lose you your date." She was intentionally ignoring the comment about Eamon being hot. Yes, Eamon was an attractive man, but he was Eamon and him and hot shouldn't be in the same sentence relating to one another unless in the sense that it was causing him to sweat a lot. It was just, wrong. And surreal. And possibly a little gross. Because he was Eamon. He picked on Ness and teased her and taught her how to fix her form in boxing and knife fighting and submerged her head in a bathtub full of water to teach her to endure torture methods.

"Don't tell him about the mutation," she said when her brain got away from how wrong it was to call Eamon hot. "If you do and anything gets awkward you'll get paranoid that he's thinking it's just your powers. Or you'll get paranoid that he is suspicious he only agreed because of them. And maybe he'll be confused and awkward because he doesn't get it. And it'll ruin the night. Tell him later. When he can digest it without anything being on the line. Hell, I'll tell him. After the date. 'Cause he's a good guy, Peaches. Alright, he's killed loads and loads of people, but he's a good guy. And you can use some good guy in your life. And you need a normal fucking date which you're never going to be sure to get if you go forewarning people. Because he is going to be confused about your powers and what they can do and have questions and it will set the wrong mood. You don't want that. Just trust me on this, okay?"

Laurie nodded, unsure but willing to trust Morgan in this particular instance, she knew Eamon better then Laurie did and if Morgan thought he wouldn't feel weird about her not telling him straight up about her mutancy, then hopefully things wouldn't end up going horribly wrong. She did need a normal date, and hadn't been on one since before she could remember, really. Maybe back when she'd been younger, at age thirteen, maybe those had been normal dates but even then she couldn't say for sure she hadn't already manifested. If she wanted to pretend for one night to be a normal person, who could blame her?

"Okay, I'll guess I'll leave it to you then. Um, should I wait for him to ask me out, or should I do the whole calling thing?" Laurie asked, suddenly nervous again, despite the confident front she usually held when in public.

Morgan was defaulting to an easy explanation if Eamon did have problems with being informed later. It was her decision, not Laurie's. Laurie wanted to tell him before, Morgan said not to. That meant any and all problems he might have got directed toward her and not Laurie. Mission accomplished. "I could remind him that there's this really cute girl he asked me about consensually touching." Morgan grinned. "I mean, you get serious and ridiculous hot girl points for asking him but if you're not sure you can pull it off," then Morgan would make sure Eamon knew she'd let him keep his nuts if he took Laurie out. "I've got his personal cell number if you think you can though." Still weird, but it'd be good for both of them and they'd both be happier after a night of pretending to be normal people, therefore Morgan would encourage.

Laurie had never been one to back down from a challenge, especially not one that also allowed her a path she'd already decided on.

"Give me his number, I'll call him now." she said with a grin.

"There's my girl." Morgan pulled her cell out and went scouring through the address book until she found Eamon's personal number. Then she slid the phone across the table to Laurie so she could see it. All in a day's work.