Amanda and Wade, this morning
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xp_logsTalking over morning coffee, Amanda gets Wade thinking about what he's going to do when he grows up.
"'Morning, Boxers," Amanda said to Wade as she strolled into the kitchen. Today's sleep-shirt was something someone had bought for her, white with a black cat arching its back in true Halloween style on the front. "Coffee on?"
"Mmhm," Wade said, nodding toward the coffee pot where it was percolating away. "Feeling catty, Sammy-girl?" He grinned, folding his waffle in half so he could take a bigger bite out of it.
"Always. A witch has to have her familiar, after all." Amanda got up on tip-toe to reach for a mug. "How's it going?"
"It goes," Wade said, shrugging before biting the waffle practically in half. He chewed and swallowed, reaching for his orange juice as he asked, "Do you actually have one? A familiar, I mean?"
"Nah. The whole spy lifestyle makes it hard to look after a pet. Who'd feed it while I was off on a job?" Amanda poured herself a coffee and set the mug on the counter while she went for milk and sugar. "I feed the stray cats sometimes, tho'."
Wade chuckled. "You're destroying all my preconceived notions of witches. No broom, no cat... what am I going to do with you, Sammy? Can you at least wiggle the end of your nose for me?" The grin on his face made it obvious that he was joking.
She laughed. "Not unless there's been a lot of vodka," she replied, pouring a healthy dose of milk into her coffee before spooning in several teaspoons of sugar. "How's the waif and stray collection going over at the mansion? I see there's another one on the journals."
"Uh huh," Wade said. "Miss Layla Miller. She and Matt keep clashing, but I'm pretty sure Kyle's got her in hand. Seems like a spitfire." He quirked a smile. "She took a real dislike to me really quick. I think everyone else is doing alright. Molly's stuck on rereading Harry Potter and drawing pictures of some guy named Ron. Wants to put on some kind of play."
"Bloody Harry Potter - he's worse than a zombie for hanging around," Amanda joked. "What about the other one, the one you and Angie and the rest picked up at the bank? She settling in all right?"
"Maddie..." Wade thought about her for a moment. "I think she's adjusting okay. The whole 'hey you're a mutant' thing isn't easy and she's away from her family, but aside from a sad deficit in the clothing department, she seems to've settled alright. She's got a knack for getting what she wants."
Amanda grinned. "Not to mention you're a total pushover when it comes to the kids. You should just give in and take a teaching job or something."
"A teaching job?" Wade asked, finishing off his orange juice. "And what would I teach? They've got self-defense teachers. It's not like they need someone giving the kids instruction on the finer points of shoot guns or throwing knives." The grin he gave Amanda then was rueful. "I don't exactly have a skill set that lends itself to teaching."
"You didn't have Logan as an Art teacher at one point. And the scary thing is, he was actually pretty good." Amanda sipped at her coffee, contemplating him. "Of course, the only job your skill set is good for is the Trenchcoats." She reached over and stole the corner of one of his remaining waffles. "Which you practically are, half the time."
"What, with you guys at Snow Valley?" Wade ate the second half of his waffle, then pushed his plate over toward Amanda so she could have the other one. "I only got called in that one time. I don't count picking Mads up. Favors for friends. Besides, the Professor said no real jobs while I was at the mansion."
"You're not exactly at the mansion full time any more, tho'," Amanda pointed out. "And you could do whatever it is you do there by commute just as easily." She shrugged and stuffed half of the remaining waffle piece in her mouth. "Was just a thought," she continued, muffled.
Wade didn't say anything for a few long moments, a frown very briefly flickering over his features. "You guys do like. Spy stuff. I kill people. The skill sets aren't mutually exclusive, but one doesn't automatically mean you're good at the other."
"There's a learning curve." Amanda shrugged again. "None of us, 'cept Pete, Betts and Remy, knew any spy stuff when we started. We came on board 'cause we had skills that were needed, not just our powers. 'M pretty sure there's more in that pretty head of yours than just killing people. You managed the Grgics without raising an official fuss, after all. Or it leading back to Kurt and me."
Quirking an eyebrow, Wade toyed with his empty glass and said, "I ha e no idea to what you're referring." Then he grinned. "You pick up skills after being around as long as I have. But I'm not sure how well I'd integrate. I'm used to working solo."
"Like I said, it was just an idea," Amanda replied, finishing off her stolen waffle. "I figured you'd be bored just sitting around playing benevolent uncle to the Xavier's kids and thought I'd suggest it." She glanced at the clock on the microwave. "I should go shower and get ready for work. You gonna be around later tonight for dinner?"
"Probably," Wade said, grinning. "Unless you're going to try and make haggis or something." Was he bored? Maybe not exactly, but he was getting twitchy. No amount of time on the shooting range would make up for real time action - the kids kept him on his toes, yeah, but it wasn't the same. He knew he'd start looking for trouble eventually - maybe... maybe he'd think about what Amanda had said.
"For that, I just might try my hand. I'm sure Moira will have a recipe I can use," the witch tossed back at him as she got up. "Catch you later, Boxers. Ta for breakfast."
Wade gave Amanda a wave as she exited the kitchen, then gathered his dishes and headed for the sink. He took care of his mess, then poured an extra large mug of coffee and headed back to Marie-Ange's room, still thinking about what Amanda had suggested.
"'Morning, Boxers," Amanda said to Wade as she strolled into the kitchen. Today's sleep-shirt was something someone had bought for her, white with a black cat arching its back in true Halloween style on the front. "Coffee on?"
"Mmhm," Wade said, nodding toward the coffee pot where it was percolating away. "Feeling catty, Sammy-girl?" He grinned, folding his waffle in half so he could take a bigger bite out of it.
"Always. A witch has to have her familiar, after all." Amanda got up on tip-toe to reach for a mug. "How's it going?"
"It goes," Wade said, shrugging before biting the waffle practically in half. He chewed and swallowed, reaching for his orange juice as he asked, "Do you actually have one? A familiar, I mean?"
"Nah. The whole spy lifestyle makes it hard to look after a pet. Who'd feed it while I was off on a job?" Amanda poured herself a coffee and set the mug on the counter while she went for milk and sugar. "I feed the stray cats sometimes, tho'."
Wade chuckled. "You're destroying all my preconceived notions of witches. No broom, no cat... what am I going to do with you, Sammy? Can you at least wiggle the end of your nose for me?" The grin on his face made it obvious that he was joking.
She laughed. "Not unless there's been a lot of vodka," she replied, pouring a healthy dose of milk into her coffee before spooning in several teaspoons of sugar. "How's the waif and stray collection going over at the mansion? I see there's another one on the journals."
"Uh huh," Wade said. "Miss Layla Miller. She and Matt keep clashing, but I'm pretty sure Kyle's got her in hand. Seems like a spitfire." He quirked a smile. "She took a real dislike to me really quick. I think everyone else is doing alright. Molly's stuck on rereading Harry Potter and drawing pictures of some guy named Ron. Wants to put on some kind of play."
"Bloody Harry Potter - he's worse than a zombie for hanging around," Amanda joked. "What about the other one, the one you and Angie and the rest picked up at the bank? She settling in all right?"
"Maddie..." Wade thought about her for a moment. "I think she's adjusting okay. The whole 'hey you're a mutant' thing isn't easy and she's away from her family, but aside from a sad deficit in the clothing department, she seems to've settled alright. She's got a knack for getting what she wants."
Amanda grinned. "Not to mention you're a total pushover when it comes to the kids. You should just give in and take a teaching job or something."
"A teaching job?" Wade asked, finishing off his orange juice. "And what would I teach? They've got self-defense teachers. It's not like they need someone giving the kids instruction on the finer points of shoot guns or throwing knives." The grin he gave Amanda then was rueful. "I don't exactly have a skill set that lends itself to teaching."
"You didn't have Logan as an Art teacher at one point. And the scary thing is, he was actually pretty good." Amanda sipped at her coffee, contemplating him. "Of course, the only job your skill set is good for is the Trenchcoats." She reached over and stole the corner of one of his remaining waffles. "Which you practically are, half the time."
"What, with you guys at Snow Valley?" Wade ate the second half of his waffle, then pushed his plate over toward Amanda so she could have the other one. "I only got called in that one time. I don't count picking Mads up. Favors for friends. Besides, the Professor said no real jobs while I was at the mansion."
"You're not exactly at the mansion full time any more, tho'," Amanda pointed out. "And you could do whatever it is you do there by commute just as easily." She shrugged and stuffed half of the remaining waffle piece in her mouth. "Was just a thought," she continued, muffled.
Wade didn't say anything for a few long moments, a frown very briefly flickering over his features. "You guys do like. Spy stuff. I kill people. The skill sets aren't mutually exclusive, but one doesn't automatically mean you're good at the other."
"There's a learning curve." Amanda shrugged again. "None of us, 'cept Pete, Betts and Remy, knew any spy stuff when we started. We came on board 'cause we had skills that were needed, not just our powers. 'M pretty sure there's more in that pretty head of yours than just killing people. You managed the Grgics without raising an official fuss, after all. Or it leading back to Kurt and me."
Quirking an eyebrow, Wade toyed with his empty glass and said, "I ha e no idea to what you're referring." Then he grinned. "You pick up skills after being around as long as I have. But I'm not sure how well I'd integrate. I'm used to working solo."
"Like I said, it was just an idea," Amanda replied, finishing off her stolen waffle. "I figured you'd be bored just sitting around playing benevolent uncle to the Xavier's kids and thought I'd suggest it." She glanced at the clock on the microwave. "I should go shower and get ready for work. You gonna be around later tonight for dinner?"
"Probably," Wade said, grinning. "Unless you're going to try and make haggis or something." Was he bored? Maybe not exactly, but he was getting twitchy. No amount of time on the shooting range would make up for real time action - the kids kept him on his toes, yeah, but it wasn't the same. He knew he'd start looking for trouble eventually - maybe... maybe he'd think about what Amanda had said.
"For that, I just might try my hand. I'm sure Moira will have a recipe I can use," the witch tossed back at him as she got up. "Catch you later, Boxers. Ta for breakfast."
Wade gave Amanda a wave as she exited the kitchen, then gathered his dishes and headed for the sink. He took care of his mess, then poured an extra large mug of coffee and headed back to Marie-Ange's room, still thinking about what Amanda had suggested.
