Angel & Jean-Paul, Wednesday Evening (backdated)

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Jean-Paul is taking care of leftovers in the kitchen and Angel stops in after helping out at the fire station. Food is demolished forthwith.


Even after two showers at the firestation, Angel still smelled faintly of charred wood and smoke. She was long past the point of truly noticing it but she knew it probably still lingered. But there were more important things than attempting to take a third shower - food. There had been food with the guys but her body wanted, no, needed more. There had been quite a bit of energy used during the last call and she needed to replenish it.

She skidded into the kitchen and sent the sturdy backpack she carried flying over to the table before she launched herself at the fridge. "Food food fooooood," she chanted under her breath.

Jean-Paul watched the young woman as she came into the kitchen and arched an eyebrow. She seemed very... focused. Intent, even. Clearing his throat, he said, "Pardon. There are leftovers here, if you would like some. They are hot."

Angel didn't even break pace as she turned around and headed towards the voice of salvation. Any embarrassment at being seen doing the food chant was gone at the sight of food. "Favorite person in the entire world right now," she muttered, slumping into the chair across from him. She wasn't a complete barbarian so she didn't dive face first into the food but it was a pretty close thing as she reached for it.

Eating a rather large forkful of yellow curry, Jean-Paul quirked a small smile at that, then reached for the naan and then surreptitiously slid a napkin across the counter. "Bonjour. I am glad to be of help." More so, since the reheating process hadn't gone horribly wrong. He was getting better at not getting frustrated, at least - turned out that getting angry at things only made it more likely that you'd mess them up.

It took Angel a moment before her shoulders unkinked a little bit and she was actually able to look at her benefactor. "Oh, hey, Mr. B!" she said with a grin, looking far less likely to eat him than she had a few minutes ago. "Oh wow, Indian food! And spice! I really came in the kitchen at the right time." With her not being able to feel heat anymore, Angel had turned to spice heat and had fallen in love with all sorts of spicy food. She'd discovered Indian food the first year she'd moved to Xavier's and it was a frequent treat with her dad.

She knew his, which meant he ought to know her. Unfortunately, Jean-Paul couldn't put a name to the face, though the hair looked vaguely familiar. Of course, he couldn't simply ask her what her name was, so he gave her a small smile and nodded, then took another bite of his own curry. After chewing, he said, "There was spicy chicken, as well, from a Chinese restaurant, but I am afraid I ate that first."

"That's okay, I already had a pizza back at the firestation," Angel reassured him, hoping she didn't look too desperate or that the school might not be feeding her properly. "I just pulled a long shift today and the flight home really did me in. I actually made it to the roof and than sat on the couch you gave to me for like ten minutes!"

Couch?

Jean-Paul nodded and took another bite of food to forestall actually having to answer verbally while he tried to remember giving away a couch.

He hit on the proper series of memories, skipping over the bits that implied Nate had been moving the couch maliciously, since that was more than a bit ridiculous, and then offered her a smile. "It is clean, oui? I do not imagine staying on the roof makes it so easy to keep it that way."

Angel held up her hands as if to appease him. "I totally went and got a couch cover for it for when someone isn't sitting on it," she reassured him with a grin. "I didn't want that awesome thing rotting out from under me. My grandmom totally drilled not ruining gifts into my head - I think with seven kids, she had some practice at guilt trips like that."

A few more bites of her food and she was looking at him curiously. "I'm glad you're back - are you living back at the mansion full time now?"

"Eh..." Jean-Paul shrugged. "I have an apartment in the city. But I am here, mostly. For training with my powers." He nudged another box of leftover food toward her. "Eat. I have had a few already, as I said."

She squeed softly and eagerly grabbed for the food container. It was hard for her to tell if the food was hot or not and while the heat didn't bother her it sometimes did make a difference for taste. Just in case, Angel held a hand over it and zapped it real quick with a burst of microwaves and warmth. "That's the great thing about the mansion. You can totally leave and go to another country entirely and then, hey, totally free to stop by and train and go as you please. The Professor's real cool like that."

Laughing quietly, Jean-Paul nodded. "Oui, he is, as you say, real cool like that." It was always interesting to him, seeing other mutants using their powers naturally, for simple things. Jean-Paul preferred flying to riding in cars and here... here, no one thought anything of it. He did like that.

"I could have lived with my dad in New York but it was so much fun being here. Easier commute, too, since I wasn't allowed to fly to and from the city until I was sixteen." Her tone showed exactly how unimpressed she'd been with that particular limit. She looked up at him suddenly, impish smile peeking out. "Say, speaking of flying ... want to race after we're done eating? I haven't done that in ages!"

To race with someone... Jean-Paul considered that for a moment. He couldn't remember whether or not he'd raced with her. It seemed that the closer his mind tried to get him to the moment he'd been taken, the less success it had. "That would be fun, I think." He nodded, just to cement the idea in his head, then quirked a small smile of his own. "You fly very fast?"

She smirked at him, knowing full well she probably couldn't fly as fast as him but not letting that daunt her in the least. At her top flight, Angel was as fast, maybe a bit faster, than Shiro but that never had stopped her. "I'm way faster in my second form," Angel said cheerfully. "And I'm sneaky - though I probably should have told you that after the race..."

Snorting softly, Jean-Paul shook his head. "Probably, oui. I will have to be careful now, I think. Very careful." It would be a shame to lose simply because he wasn't paying attention.

"Loser buys ice cream, yes? Yes!" Angel grinned at him. "Also - see you on the fliers platform!" And with that, she bolted from the kitchen at full speed, knowing they'd clean up the food when they came back.

Jean-Paul considered the empty stool beside him for a moment, then headed for the door. He took a running leap off the porch and shot straight up, then over to the platform. He could be fairly sneaky, himself, sometimes.