Log: Kyle and Jubilee

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Kyle and Jubilee discuss her system, and chat about waffles and chicken.






"It's a system, you've got to have a system about these sorts of things, otherwise it's like, dogs and cats living together," Jubilee noted, smoothing out the map on the diner table and pointing out a likely street. "There, I haven't been to that street yet."

"You have a system." Kyle repeated, cautiously. "A system. For things you haven't climbed all over yet." He just had trees he hadn't climbed yet, and there wasn't a system. "Isn't it sort of.. a yes or no question? Yes, you've climbed it, or no, you haven't yet?"

"It's New York City, how would I keep it all straight if I didn't have a system?" Jubilee asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "This isn't like, Salem Centre where there's only one of everything. You've got to know how everything feels and smells and tastes before you remember it here. So like, I have this system for stuff I haven't done yet, and everything else I remember."

"So you're going around licking the fire escapes. Right." Kyle reached around behind his chair and pulled a notebook from his backpack. "Note to self. Do not ever under any circumstances kiss Jubilation Lee on the mouth, because she licks fire escapes." He dictated to himself as he wrote inside the notebook.

Jubilee leaned over and gently smacked Kyle upside the head before poring over the map again; choosing places to go was an important task. You couldn't just do it, there needed to be a plan.

"Not fire escapes, oh yea of little faith. Food places. I know almost every good food place to eat in a ten block radius from the Brownstone and Snow Valley offices and if I don't know it, Doug or Jake do. This is because we are awesome but overly hungry spies."

"Yeah, the way I hear it that's not the only thing Doug's..." Kyle said, laughing and cutting himself off before he could finish. "See, with me it's harder cause hey, I can't even eat that curry Amanda called mild without a half gallon of milk. And a bunch of stuff gives me the craps." But since Jubilee had promised him that this diner didn't use MSG or anything 'fake and like, gross.', he was content to try a new place.

"I see that the old Xavier's gossip network is still in full swing," Jubilee replied mildly, eyebrows raised at Kyle's abruptly ended sentence. "And yet another reason for the system. See, if there's a little red mark beside the street, that means it's hot food, if there's a little yellow mark, it's gluten free and the little green tree looking things are vegetarian. Smiley faces are if they sell desserts and the brown bean one is if their coffee is up to Pete Wisdom standards. So, should I be wondering about just what has been said, or will you inform me over food?"

Kyle shrugged. "Not much of a secret, and Doug and I work out sometimes. He's a good sparring buddy, and well, you know me and my nose." He made grabby hands at the map, and pulled it closer to look at it. "So, you need a mark for organic. Cause I don't do vegan, and I can do gluten, but if it's got MSG, I crap for hours." He reached back into the bookbag and dug around with one hand blindly until after several false starts where he put a marker back in the bag, he came up with a blue marker. "Blue's all I got that you're not already using."

"Mark away, dude," Jubilee said magnanimously, waving her hand toward the map. "And I suppose it wasn't much, not with all the noise we probably made anyhow. Couldn't borrow me some of your sense of smell? It would be awesome in my line of work. Well, awesome and smelly, considering the amount of alleys that it involves on a regular basis."

There weren't many places Kyle could mark with his newly-decided symbol for 'organic', a solid blue circle, but the ones he did, he was absolutely certain of. Then he handed the marker over to Jubilee. "You don't want my nose. I know when everybody's having sex, I know you're on the rag right now, and I can tell when people in my class have garlic bread for lunch and don't like, brush their teeth or anything." Hell, he didn't even like the smell of toothpaste. It was baking soda for Kyle. It tasted awful but the smell didn't linger in his sinuses for half an hour.

"Dude, sucks to be you," Jubilee replied, shaking her head. She'd was currently extremely glad that her own power just meant she had to eat like a complete pig or die of starvation. "So I should be looking for more of these organic places for you then? Cause I'm totally up for that. Food research is delicious."

Kyle shrugged. "I make up for it by healing from like everything fast and being basically awesome." He looked over the map and the various markings and nodded. "Yeah, there's probably more people than me who might need the organic stuff too. I mean, Karo was vegan and she also tried to eat organic, and man, sometimes the vegan places? Sneaky with the MSG. What the fuck, right?"

"Fact of the world, dude. People will always try and get away with shit if they think they can," Jubilee noted, before pulling out her phone and making a few notes about food research.

It was always a good excuse to go places in the city, and ask people questions.

"What like you trying to get away with stealing my -waffles-?" Kyle swatted at the hand that was sneaking across the table and trying to poach his waffle. "Jubes, if you want waffles, just order some. I'm buying and it's not like you gotta try to cram the entire thing in your mouth before I catch you or anything."

"Dude, fine, order me some," Jubilee replied, avoiding the swat effortlessly to bogart some of his fries instead. "And I can totally fit an entire waffle in my mouth and swallow it in like, ten seconds or something. I have awesome throat control."

Kyle aimed a fork above his plate of fried chicken, and used his free hand to flag down the waitress, putting in another order of chicken-and-waffles, plus some extra onion rings for himself. "You eat my fried chicken, we're having words. I'm not Cain even if I have his job." he said. "And seriously, nobody's mouth is that big. Those tiny Eggos in the store don't count."

"Hello, have we met?" Jubilee replied, waving her hand at him. "I'm like, the queen of stacking it away. Sometimes you totally need to be able to wolf down food on the run, and I'm massively in need of more food then almost anyone else, so you learn skills, yeah? And fried chicken is free game, it's a rule."

"Nuh-UH." Kyle said, attempting to guard his chicken with both arms and failing miserably as Jubilee managed to snag a piece. "I am totally holding you to that. There's putting it away and then there's putting a whole waffle in your face. This I gotta see."

"Bring it on, white boy," Jubilee said, a truly smug looking grin briefly emerging. "So, how is the whole 'being an educator' thing working how for you so far? Bored yet?"

She stole another of his onion rings while he was busy protecting his chicken and munched on it in decidedly elaborate enjoyment. True, she could have ordered more food for herself but it wouldn't have given her half as much fun as stealing Kyle's food was. Jubilee rarely did things the easy way when the hard way was more fun.

"It's still an assload of homework and not a lot of actual teaching." Kyle said. "Up to my eyeballs in child psychology and learning about learning disabilities this semester." Which wasn't too bad, he'd figured out a few things about himself, but he was starting to itch to get -in- an actual classroom.

They did a few more passes back and forth of the map and of Kyle attempting and failing to defend his food before the waitress arrived with the new order, and Jubilee was presented with her very own plate of chicken-and-waffles. "You're lucky I don't got a camera today."

"Why?" Jubilee asked, voice muffled by the entire waffle currently crammed in her mouth. She hadn't lied about her ability to put food away after all. She chewed for a moment and then swallowed before sitting back and rubbing her stomach.

Kyle had watched in horror as the entire waffle, which had started out bigger than one of his hands, disappeared into Jubilee's mouth. "You look like a chipmunk. How can you even TALK with that thing in... your...I am SO not finishing this sentence."

"Talent," Jubilee responded, an impish light in her eyes.