Amanda, Adrienne and Marie-Ange
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xp_logsThe day after. Adrienne starts catching up on what she's missed.
Sleep had done Adrienne a world of good. When she'd arrived at Amanda's she'd been relieved that her friends and students were safe, but uncertain about her personal future, and while her worry hadn't been eradicated by the sleep, it meant she was now thinking much more clearly. She woke with the sun, dressed in the clothes Amanda had provided, having thrown out the filthy dress she'd worn to the Hellfire Club party and to the Eulud plant, and slipped out of Amanda's apartment. She closed the door but left it unlocked, trusting in Amanda's wards to the extent that she didn't feel guilty for not locking herself out.
After a few words with the doorman, Adrienne headed outside, calling her lawyers as she headed for a local diner. Thankfully she had a contract with the lawyers stating that they be retained in case of anything such as what Wyngarde had concocted, so at least she didn't worry about finding some way to pay them now that her accounts were frozen. They agreed to meet with her later that morning.
As she waited in line at the diner Adrienne used their wi-fi to check on the hours of a bank she had an account and a safety deposit box with, relieved to learn they were open Sunday afternoons. She had four safety deposit boxes at four different banks, three in New York and one in Boston, left over from her days of paranoia following the investigation into Steven's death. Each contained a small sum of cash and some jewelry she could pawn if necessary, though Adrienne hoped that it wouldn't become necessary. Hopefully Xavier gave her her job back, so she could open a new bank account for her earnings and leave the rest of her emergency cash alone. She would just empty the one for now, so she had something to tide her over until she started earning money again.
When she got to the counter of the diner, Adrienne ordered omelets, hash browns, and bacon, paying with the emergency cigarette money she kept in a pocket of her purse, which she'd completely forgotten about last night. She had just enough left over for donuts at the stoner bakery, and carried everything back to Amanda's apartment feeling upbeat, bringing the doorman a coffee and donut.
She had just set Amanda's table, brewed coffee, and laid out the food when she heard someone stirring.
It was due to sheer coincidence that Marie-Ange had somehow missed Amanda's message about Adrienne. Coincidence... and an hour phone call with Wade, a 2-hour call with a contact, and the sort of insomnia that came with the job, not the kind that came with the precognition.
So when she wandered out of 'her' room at Amanda's, she stopped and blinked curiously at Adrienne for a few moments. "There is a Frost in our kitchen, with coffee and donuts. This is a thing that has never happened before."
"Really?" Adrienne inquired, raising an eyebrow. "And the two of you have worked for my sister for how long? Well... clearly, I'm the nice Frost. I have coffee, donuts, hash browns, bacon, and omelets. Coffee?"
"We work for Remy, Emma just signs the paychecks." And not really even that, since it was all direct deposit into accounts that in some cases did not even bear the names of the people who came into the office. "and Pete, and Betsy, but lately mostly Remy." Marie-Ange made a beeline to the coffee. "Usually one of us brings the donuts into the office. It is sort of nice to not have to have donuts no one has to guard or hide from people."
They were interrupted by Amanda shuffling in, sniffing loudly. "I smell bacon," she announced - with her hair in complete disarray and dressed in what had to be one of Angelo's old shirts (it was a particularly loud patterned one that covered enough for modesty and that was about it), it was clear Amanda wasn't the most morning of
morning people. "Is there bacon?"
Adrienne's eyes widened at the sight of Amanda and her extraordinarily ugly shirt. "Uhh... yep. Yep, there's bacon. Please, take whatever you want, just don't absorb me into your evil-looking shirt; I'll give you anything!"
Amanda pouted at the insult to her sleep wear. "'S comfy," she replied, even as she was hunting up a cup of tea to kick start her brain with and stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth. "But you made bacon happen, so you're forgiven."
"Are you -sure- Angelo is not colour blind?" Marie-Ange said, still favoring coffee over food. Food could wait until she was caffeinated. "Also Adrienne made donuts happen and Jubilee and Jake cannot steal them all before anyone else finds them." She took another drink of coffee and then the question she'd sort of been wondering about finally broke past the surface of her brain. "Wait now I am confused. When did you get here? I thought you were in Boston." she asked.
Adrienne giggled at Marie-Ange's Angelo comment, taking a bite of her omelet and a swig of coffee. "I got here last night. I was in Boston, but now I'm back here. For good. Well, not here here, but back at the mansion here," she corrected. "The Black Court had me in their clutches, but everything's alright now. How about you? When did you get here? Amanda didn't have a roommate when I went to Boston."
"I went to New Orleans." Marie-Ange said. She'd flashed a scowl at the mention of the Black Court, but only briefly. "And then I came back. Since my former apartment is still occupied, I am staying here until Amanda kicks me out for drinking all her tea at 3am." Which was unlikely to happen - it was more likely that Marie-Ange would just take over another vacant apartment in the building, but for now she was still reconnecting, and it was nice to not be alone.
"Occupied? What, did squatters move in while you were gone?" Adrienne inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"No, Doug did not move out." Marie-Ange explained. "We broke up. It is hard to keep up a relationship when one person is in New York and the other is in New Orleans learning how to kill people, no?" She wasn't angry at Doug anymore, but they certainly went on anything like comfortable speaking terms most of the time.
"I mentioned it last night," Amanda chimed in, stirring from the apparent trance she'd fallen into over her tea mug. "Doug 'n' Jubes are a thing now."
"Yes, you did mention that Doug and Jubilee are a 'thing' now," Adrienne confirmed, "it just seems pretty... I dunno... unfair that Doug would be staying in your apartment when he could just stay at Jubilee's, doesn't it?" She took another bite of her omelet. "Not that I know anything about fair or unfair in break-ups," she conceded with a shrug. It wasn't as if she'd ever been part of a conventional one. "Of course, maybe it's not unfair because you left to go learn how to kill people. Why were you learning to kill people, exactly? I thought you Trenchcoats managed killing people just fine, what, did you get rusty or something? Need a refresher?" she teased.
"It is complicated." Marie-Ange explained, without explaining at all. "Half the mansion seems to think I joined a nunnery." Which was entirely her own fault for suggesting that she thought it was funny. "I am being deliberately vague about it." She gave Adrienne a sort of smile, an attempt to indicate that it wasn't anything personal. "Oh, and it was Doug's apartment before it was mine, it is not that unfair."
"Precog business is always complicated," Amanda pointed out with a sleepy grin. "Worse than magic, even." She snagged another piece of bacon to nibble on and sat down at the table to start piling food on a plate. "But yeah, basic story is Angie had to take off for a good while, Doug tried to sleep with every woman who crossed his path and now Angie's my roomie, just like old times. Except we don't have a small furry girl living with us as well."
"Furry girl?" Adrienne inquired, sipping coffee. "Thanks, because I wasn't confused before you brought up a small furry girl. So Doug tried to sleep with every woman who crossed his path, and now you two are roomies. Just roomies?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. She knew Amanda liked women, and Marie-Ange was French which was all Adrienne figured she needed to know. "Although I guess I could have had the spare room if anything was going on." She seemed to have answered her own question. "Darn. I've been basically in solitary confinement for a year, and you two are both so pretty, I wanted that mental image."
"My little sister, Meg. She's a shapeshifter." Amanda went for the simplest explanation. "And it's good to see you haven't changed, Adri. Still obsessed with who's doing who."
"I thought that was the family motto?" Marie-Ange said, refilling her coffee mug and making headway into an omelet. "If you are a Frost and not somehow obsessed with sex, you are disowned. The sex you have, the sex other people have I think it does not matter, it just has to be sex." She took a bite of egg. "Marius claims to have a white board with all of the various relationships, but I think he is fibbing."
"I knew Meggan was a shapeshifter but I didn't know she'd once been furry," Adrienne said, bemused. She grinned at Marie-Ange. "Remind me to compare Marius's white board to my scrapbook." Finishing off her omelet, she moved on to a donut. "I'm not obsessed, it's just, I've been cooped up in an apartment hiding for more than a year, unable to contact anyone I'd gotten to be friends with... I've missed so much. And if you guys didn't change sexual partners like you change your socks I wouldn't have anything to ask about, now would I? Like Doug and Jubilee, for example."
"If I'd known there was going to be a test, I would've studied," Amanda teased back. "Nothing new for me, at least, if that helps. And Angie's taken these days - new bloke who turned up while you were gone."
"New bloke?" Adrienne's face lit up. "Spill! Who's the new bloke? Is he delicious?"
"I am not sure I would describe him as delicious..." Marie-Ange said cautiously. "Although Wade might describe himself that way if he was feeling odd that day. He is frequently odd." She liked it, it was sort of nice to have someone take -nothing- seriously, even when she was taking so many things very seriously. "Wade Wilson. He is just back Muir Island, he is having some issues with his mutation."
Adrienne munched on her donut contemplatively. "Frequently odd? Like... in a cute way, or a weird way?" She addressed her comment towards Amanda, figuring that Marie-Ange, being this guy's girlfriend, would be biased in her answer. "A bit of both. But he's mostly harmless. And kind of sweet." Amanda smiled. "He bought Molly a moose as a gift. That pretty much sums him up - mad as a meataxe, but generous with it."
"He also got himself stuck in a hideout room while we were on a short vacation." Marie-Ange said. "He is like a quite mad force of nature, and seems to carry everyone else along with him." He'd gotten Sarah to, well, if not participate in, at least tolerate kareoke -as a valid tactic-. Wade was entirely mad, and she was just going along with it. It was sort of fun to be with someone who didn't much care if people thought he was odd. "I still do not understand why the moose."
"A moose? As in, a real moose? Where would one even find a domesticated moose? Wait... it's domesticated, right? It's not some wild moose living at the mansion? Please tell me it doesn't live at the mansion!" Adrienne's fear of horses definitely didn't discriminate when it came to moose. Actually, moose was even more scary, since they had antlers.
"It's a baby moose. What's the name for those any way? Mooseling? Mooselet?" Amanda snagged herself some more breakfast before going on. "Any way, it's a little moose. It lives in the barn and so far seems pretty domestic. No moose-related injuries at all."
"Yeah, because the fact that it's a baby that's going to get bigger and that it seems domesticated so far and that there haven't been any injuries caused by it is really comforting. Shit, I should just go back to Boston," Adrienne laughed. "I don't think I can handle moose. And I don't think knowing what it's called is going to make me feel better," she smirked.
Marie-Ange looked up from her mug of coffee and blinked a few times. "I am sorry, you can handle being a Frost, you can handle killing your ex-husband, you can handle running a very large business, and you can handle teaching teenagers to do algebra, but you draw the line at moose?" She drained the mug, and set it down. "I know perhaps it is hypocritical of me to say this, because I am dating the madman, but Adrienne, have you considered therapy?"
"Adri's beyond conventional therapy," chimed in Amanda. "But she might have to get over the moose thing sooner rather than later. Gar's taken a shine to the thing. Reminds him of home."
"No I don't have to get over it, not if Garrison never speaks to me again!" Adrienne retorted happily, as if she thought this was great. "I tried learning how to ride a horse, I think that's about my limit, I'm not learning how to ride a moose. And it may shock you to know," she added, addressing Marie-Ange, "I have been to therapy. Except all Sofia and I did was talk about shoes, now that I think about it."
"That is my idea of therapy." Marie-Ange agreed. "Perhaps you can take the moose shoe shopping. Do moose wear shoes like horses? Can you even ride a moose?" Maybe she should say moose less often, it looked like it could be making Adrienne nervous.
"Maybe you could, but why would you want to?" Amanda snorted. "Never fear, Adri, no-one's going to make you ride the moose. Besides, I think that sort of thing is illegal in the States."
"Oh-kay," Adrienne laughed, "did that sound dirty because it came out of your mouth, or because my brain frequently habitates the gutter? I can't decide if it was meant to sound dirty or not."
Amanda's reply was a wicked grin. "That was meant to sound dirty. You're freaking out over a mooseling, for fuck's sake."
"Because it has enormous teeth and enormous feet and, because those two things aren't scary enough, it has enormous pointy tusk-things on its fucking head! I don't know if I'm going to feel safe at the mansion," she announced, shaking her head vigorously, "can I stay here on your couch until the moose dies?" It was a joke, but only barely. "How long do mooses live anyway?"
"Avoid the stables and you won't have anything to worry about," Amanda advised. "And you can stay here as long as you need to, tho' if it's more than a couple of weeks, we can probably find a spare room for you."
Taking another donut, Adrienne shook her head. "I've been thinking of nothing else except coming back to the mansion for more than a year, so I guess I can't let a moose stop me. I'm going to go ask Xavier for my job back today, and yes, I shall be avoiding the stables like the plague. But thanks for the offer. I don't suppose you could make me some kind of moose repelling potion, though? Or like, ward me against moose attacks? I'm broke but I could pay you in bacon?"
"Amanda... She is promising free bacon. You should hold out for more donuts, and then make her the potion." Marie-Ange made insistent grabby motions at the donuts. "There are -never- enough donuts or bacon." She didn't care if she sounded like Jubilee, it was still morning and besides, it was Amanda, Amanda never cared if Marie-Ange was ridiculous.
Amanda chuckled. "For donuts, I'll even throw in the anti-moose dance."
Sleep had done Adrienne a world of good. When she'd arrived at Amanda's she'd been relieved that her friends and students were safe, but uncertain about her personal future, and while her worry hadn't been eradicated by the sleep, it meant she was now thinking much more clearly. She woke with the sun, dressed in the clothes Amanda had provided, having thrown out the filthy dress she'd worn to the Hellfire Club party and to the Eulud plant, and slipped out of Amanda's apartment. She closed the door but left it unlocked, trusting in Amanda's wards to the extent that she didn't feel guilty for not locking herself out.
After a few words with the doorman, Adrienne headed outside, calling her lawyers as she headed for a local diner. Thankfully she had a contract with the lawyers stating that they be retained in case of anything such as what Wyngarde had concocted, so at least she didn't worry about finding some way to pay them now that her accounts were frozen. They agreed to meet with her later that morning.
As she waited in line at the diner Adrienne used their wi-fi to check on the hours of a bank she had an account and a safety deposit box with, relieved to learn they were open Sunday afternoons. She had four safety deposit boxes at four different banks, three in New York and one in Boston, left over from her days of paranoia following the investigation into Steven's death. Each contained a small sum of cash and some jewelry she could pawn if necessary, though Adrienne hoped that it wouldn't become necessary. Hopefully Xavier gave her her job back, so she could open a new bank account for her earnings and leave the rest of her emergency cash alone. She would just empty the one for now, so she had something to tide her over until she started earning money again.
When she got to the counter of the diner, Adrienne ordered omelets, hash browns, and bacon, paying with the emergency cigarette money she kept in a pocket of her purse, which she'd completely forgotten about last night. She had just enough left over for donuts at the stoner bakery, and carried everything back to Amanda's apartment feeling upbeat, bringing the doorman a coffee and donut.
She had just set Amanda's table, brewed coffee, and laid out the food when she heard someone stirring.
It was due to sheer coincidence that Marie-Ange had somehow missed Amanda's message about Adrienne. Coincidence... and an hour phone call with Wade, a 2-hour call with a contact, and the sort of insomnia that came with the job, not the kind that came with the precognition.
So when she wandered out of 'her' room at Amanda's, she stopped and blinked curiously at Adrienne for a few moments. "There is a Frost in our kitchen, with coffee and donuts. This is a thing that has never happened before."
"Really?" Adrienne inquired, raising an eyebrow. "And the two of you have worked for my sister for how long? Well... clearly, I'm the nice Frost. I have coffee, donuts, hash browns, bacon, and omelets. Coffee?"
"We work for Remy, Emma just signs the paychecks." And not really even that, since it was all direct deposit into accounts that in some cases did not even bear the names of the people who came into the office. "and Pete, and Betsy, but lately mostly Remy." Marie-Ange made a beeline to the coffee. "Usually one of us brings the donuts into the office. It is sort of nice to not have to have donuts no one has to guard or hide from people."
They were interrupted by Amanda shuffling in, sniffing loudly. "I smell bacon," she announced - with her hair in complete disarray and dressed in what had to be one of Angelo's old shirts (it was a particularly loud patterned one that covered enough for modesty and that was about it), it was clear Amanda wasn't the most morning of
morning people. "Is there bacon?"
Adrienne's eyes widened at the sight of Amanda and her extraordinarily ugly shirt. "Uhh... yep. Yep, there's bacon. Please, take whatever you want, just don't absorb me into your evil-looking shirt; I'll give you anything!"
Amanda pouted at the insult to her sleep wear. "'S comfy," she replied, even as she was hunting up a cup of tea to kick start her brain with and stuffing a piece of bacon in her mouth. "But you made bacon happen, so you're forgiven."
"Are you -sure- Angelo is not colour blind?" Marie-Ange said, still favoring coffee over food. Food could wait until she was caffeinated. "Also Adrienne made donuts happen and Jubilee and Jake cannot steal them all before anyone else finds them." She took another drink of coffee and then the question she'd sort of been wondering about finally broke past the surface of her brain. "Wait now I am confused. When did you get here? I thought you were in Boston." she asked.
Adrienne giggled at Marie-Ange's Angelo comment, taking a bite of her omelet and a swig of coffee. "I got here last night. I was in Boston, but now I'm back here. For good. Well, not here here, but back at the mansion here," she corrected. "The Black Court had me in their clutches, but everything's alright now. How about you? When did you get here? Amanda didn't have a roommate when I went to Boston."
"I went to New Orleans." Marie-Ange said. She'd flashed a scowl at the mention of the Black Court, but only briefly. "And then I came back. Since my former apartment is still occupied, I am staying here until Amanda kicks me out for drinking all her tea at 3am." Which was unlikely to happen - it was more likely that Marie-Ange would just take over another vacant apartment in the building, but for now she was still reconnecting, and it was nice to not be alone.
"Occupied? What, did squatters move in while you were gone?" Adrienne inquired with a raised eyebrow.
"No, Doug did not move out." Marie-Ange explained. "We broke up. It is hard to keep up a relationship when one person is in New York and the other is in New Orleans learning how to kill people, no?" She wasn't angry at Doug anymore, but they certainly went on anything like comfortable speaking terms most of the time.
"I mentioned it last night," Amanda chimed in, stirring from the apparent trance she'd fallen into over her tea mug. "Doug 'n' Jubes are a thing now."
"Yes, you did mention that Doug and Jubilee are a 'thing' now," Adrienne confirmed, "it just seems pretty... I dunno... unfair that Doug would be staying in your apartment when he could just stay at Jubilee's, doesn't it?" She took another bite of her omelet. "Not that I know anything about fair or unfair in break-ups," she conceded with a shrug. It wasn't as if she'd ever been part of a conventional one. "Of course, maybe it's not unfair because you left to go learn how to kill people. Why were you learning to kill people, exactly? I thought you Trenchcoats managed killing people just fine, what, did you get rusty or something? Need a refresher?" she teased.
"It is complicated." Marie-Ange explained, without explaining at all. "Half the mansion seems to think I joined a nunnery." Which was entirely her own fault for suggesting that she thought it was funny. "I am being deliberately vague about it." She gave Adrienne a sort of smile, an attempt to indicate that it wasn't anything personal. "Oh, and it was Doug's apartment before it was mine, it is not that unfair."
"Precog business is always complicated," Amanda pointed out with a sleepy grin. "Worse than magic, even." She snagged another piece of bacon to nibble on and sat down at the table to start piling food on a plate. "But yeah, basic story is Angie had to take off for a good while, Doug tried to sleep with every woman who crossed his path and now Angie's my roomie, just like old times. Except we don't have a small furry girl living with us as well."
"Furry girl?" Adrienne inquired, sipping coffee. "Thanks, because I wasn't confused before you brought up a small furry girl. So Doug tried to sleep with every woman who crossed his path, and now you two are roomies. Just roomies?" She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. She knew Amanda liked women, and Marie-Ange was French which was all Adrienne figured she needed to know. "Although I guess I could have had the spare room if anything was going on." She seemed to have answered her own question. "Darn. I've been basically in solitary confinement for a year, and you two are both so pretty, I wanted that mental image."
"My little sister, Meg. She's a shapeshifter." Amanda went for the simplest explanation. "And it's good to see you haven't changed, Adri. Still obsessed with who's doing who."
"I thought that was the family motto?" Marie-Ange said, refilling her coffee mug and making headway into an omelet. "If you are a Frost and not somehow obsessed with sex, you are disowned. The sex you have, the sex other people have I think it does not matter, it just has to be sex." She took a bite of egg. "Marius claims to have a white board with all of the various relationships, but I think he is fibbing."
"I knew Meggan was a shapeshifter but I didn't know she'd once been furry," Adrienne said, bemused. She grinned at Marie-Ange. "Remind me to compare Marius's white board to my scrapbook." Finishing off her omelet, she moved on to a donut. "I'm not obsessed, it's just, I've been cooped up in an apartment hiding for more than a year, unable to contact anyone I'd gotten to be friends with... I've missed so much. And if you guys didn't change sexual partners like you change your socks I wouldn't have anything to ask about, now would I? Like Doug and Jubilee, for example."
"If I'd known there was going to be a test, I would've studied," Amanda teased back. "Nothing new for me, at least, if that helps. And Angie's taken these days - new bloke who turned up while you were gone."
"New bloke?" Adrienne's face lit up. "Spill! Who's the new bloke? Is he delicious?"
"I am not sure I would describe him as delicious..." Marie-Ange said cautiously. "Although Wade might describe himself that way if he was feeling odd that day. He is frequently odd." She liked it, it was sort of nice to have someone take -nothing- seriously, even when she was taking so many things very seriously. "Wade Wilson. He is just back Muir Island, he is having some issues with his mutation."
Adrienne munched on her donut contemplatively. "Frequently odd? Like... in a cute way, or a weird way?" She addressed her comment towards Amanda, figuring that Marie-Ange, being this guy's girlfriend, would be biased in her answer. "A bit of both. But he's mostly harmless. And kind of sweet." Amanda smiled. "He bought Molly a moose as a gift. That pretty much sums him up - mad as a meataxe, but generous with it."
"He also got himself stuck in a hideout room while we were on a short vacation." Marie-Ange said. "He is like a quite mad force of nature, and seems to carry everyone else along with him." He'd gotten Sarah to, well, if not participate in, at least tolerate kareoke -as a valid tactic-. Wade was entirely mad, and she was just going along with it. It was sort of fun to be with someone who didn't much care if people thought he was odd. "I still do not understand why the moose."
"A moose? As in, a real moose? Where would one even find a domesticated moose? Wait... it's domesticated, right? It's not some wild moose living at the mansion? Please tell me it doesn't live at the mansion!" Adrienne's fear of horses definitely didn't discriminate when it came to moose. Actually, moose was even more scary, since they had antlers.
"It's a baby moose. What's the name for those any way? Mooseling? Mooselet?" Amanda snagged herself some more breakfast before going on. "Any way, it's a little moose. It lives in the barn and so far seems pretty domestic. No moose-related injuries at all."
"Yeah, because the fact that it's a baby that's going to get bigger and that it seems domesticated so far and that there haven't been any injuries caused by it is really comforting. Shit, I should just go back to Boston," Adrienne laughed. "I don't think I can handle moose. And I don't think knowing what it's called is going to make me feel better," she smirked.
Marie-Ange looked up from her mug of coffee and blinked a few times. "I am sorry, you can handle being a Frost, you can handle killing your ex-husband, you can handle running a very large business, and you can handle teaching teenagers to do algebra, but you draw the line at moose?" She drained the mug, and set it down. "I know perhaps it is hypocritical of me to say this, because I am dating the madman, but Adrienne, have you considered therapy?"
"Adri's beyond conventional therapy," chimed in Amanda. "But she might have to get over the moose thing sooner rather than later. Gar's taken a shine to the thing. Reminds him of home."
"No I don't have to get over it, not if Garrison never speaks to me again!" Adrienne retorted happily, as if she thought this was great. "I tried learning how to ride a horse, I think that's about my limit, I'm not learning how to ride a moose. And it may shock you to know," she added, addressing Marie-Ange, "I have been to therapy. Except all Sofia and I did was talk about shoes, now that I think about it."
"That is my idea of therapy." Marie-Ange agreed. "Perhaps you can take the moose shoe shopping. Do moose wear shoes like horses? Can you even ride a moose?" Maybe she should say moose less often, it looked like it could be making Adrienne nervous.
"Maybe you could, but why would you want to?" Amanda snorted. "Never fear, Adri, no-one's going to make you ride the moose. Besides, I think that sort of thing is illegal in the States."
"Oh-kay," Adrienne laughed, "did that sound dirty because it came out of your mouth, or because my brain frequently habitates the gutter? I can't decide if it was meant to sound dirty or not."
Amanda's reply was a wicked grin. "That was meant to sound dirty. You're freaking out over a mooseling, for fuck's sake."
"Because it has enormous teeth and enormous feet and, because those two things aren't scary enough, it has enormous pointy tusk-things on its fucking head! I don't know if I'm going to feel safe at the mansion," she announced, shaking her head vigorously, "can I stay here on your couch until the moose dies?" It was a joke, but only barely. "How long do mooses live anyway?"
"Avoid the stables and you won't have anything to worry about," Amanda advised. "And you can stay here as long as you need to, tho' if it's more than a couple of weeks, we can probably find a spare room for you."
Taking another donut, Adrienne shook her head. "I've been thinking of nothing else except coming back to the mansion for more than a year, so I guess I can't let a moose stop me. I'm going to go ask Xavier for my job back today, and yes, I shall be avoiding the stables like the plague. But thanks for the offer. I don't suppose you could make me some kind of moose repelling potion, though? Or like, ward me against moose attacks? I'm broke but I could pay you in bacon?"
"Amanda... She is promising free bacon. You should hold out for more donuts, and then make her the potion." Marie-Ange made insistent grabby motions at the donuts. "There are -never- enough donuts or bacon." She didn't care if she sounded like Jubilee, it was still morning and besides, it was Amanda, Amanda never cared if Marie-Ange was ridiculous.
Amanda chuckled. "For donuts, I'll even throw in the anti-moose dance."
