xp_logs | Angel and Sue; kitchen trouble. (Backdated)

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Grabbing a late lunch Sue runs into Angel and brain freeze ensues.

Sue looked around the kitchen guiltily as she finished off the plate of food on the table in front of her. She knew that it was past lunchtime but she'd been in the library and had lost track of time and she vaguely remember someone mentioning that they kept leftovers in the fridge so she had snuck in and grabbed a plate. Putting down her fork she stood up and glance around, wondering where to leave her dishes.

Angel was smiling as she made her way into the kitchen - she was in a particularly good mood today, and in the mood for a snack. Never mind she had just eaten lunch - that was completely beside the point. She stopped when she saw an unfamiliar blonde girl sitting at the table, looking around. "Hey there," Angel chirped as she made her way over to the girl. "Everything all right?"

Sue looked up at the redhead who had just entered the kitchen, finally someone who could help her. "Ah finally, you must be one of maids," she said in relief as she stood up. "I didn't know where to put the trash," she continued indicating her plate.

"..." Angel blinked a couple of times, looking down at herself. Maid? Sure, she'd been a bit lazier than usual with her outfit, but maid? Maybe it was a redhead thing - were redheads usually maids? Had she missed her calling? "Um...well...you know, they might be keeping me around just so they can brainwash me while I'm sleeping and turn me into a maid," she said finally, turning her attention back to the girl. "Or maybe I'm sleeper maid - you know, like a sleeper agent, except instead of activating me to destroy the world I'm activated to clean the entire mansion. Which means there's probably a code-word or phrase you have to say...wanna give it a shot?"

Sue stared in surprise at the ebullient redhead, "uuuuhh, whaaaa?" she asked. Soo not a maid then, she blushed slightly embarassed at her mistake. "I'm sorry, I just assumed....there was no-one here and then you walked in and mansions usually have maids around." She stopped talkin as her mind caught up to her mouth and jumped up and down to get her attention. She tilted her head and looked quizzically at Angel, "A...sleeper agent? Like a spy?" The blonde pursed her lips in thought, "Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious."

Angel laughed good naturedly. "No worries, I was just teasing. At least, I hope I was - I have higher aspirations in life then being a sleeper maid." She tilted her head at the blonde. "Supercalifragalisticexpialidocious? That's Mary Poppins, right? Anyways, we don't actually have maids around here - unless you happen to be telepathic and just amoral enough to not mind tricking people into thinking they're your slaves for life, but that's pretty frowned upon. We do, however, have plenty of friendly people around here who would be more than happy to help you if you just ask. Example - I'm going to pretend you asked what you do with your dishes, and I'll happily tell you that you scrape off whatever is left over on the plate into the trashcan in the corner over there, then you wash the dishes off in the sink and throw them in the dishwasher. And if the dishwasher is full - which unless Kyle or Wade have been in here within the last hour, it probably shouldn't be because the dishes from lunch were already done - you start the dishwasher."

"Kyle and Wade?" Sue asked in confusion. "Why would they fill a dishwasher? I mean how much food can one person eat?" As she spoke the girl stood up and started cleaning her plate, wrinkling her nose as the smell coming from the trashcan. She gazed speculatively at the dishwasher before looking around, "Where do they keep the powder?" she asked Angelica sweetly; the outline of a prank forming in her mind. Probably not the best way to generate a good first impression with the mansion inhabitants, but it did help her feel as if she had some control over the roller coaster her life had become recently.

"Well Kyle and Wade are - actually, I think I'll let you find out for yourself," Angel decided with a smile and a wink. "I don't want to spoil all the fun for you." Oh boy. She recognized that far-too-sweet-and-innocent tone. It usually ended badly. "Check under the sink," Angel responded, careful to show none of her suspicion, as she pushed herself off the counter she'd been leaning against and went to check the cabinets for something sweet. She was careful to keep Sue in her line of vision. "Ooooh, cookies. I wonder if Lorna made these..."

Taking a note of the position of the soap Sue determined to make a visit to the kitchen when no-one was around. After all the mansion was bound to have a chemistry lab she could use somewhere, and a few extra suds could only help when it came to cleaning the floor right? She glanced up as Angel found the cookies and with a wicked grin as she walked up behind the older girl schooling her face into a curious expression. "What flavor? Can I have one?" she asked brightly as she drew level with Angel and reached for the cookies wrapping them in a forcefield as her hand touched the plate leaving Angel staring blankly at the empty shelf.

"Huh. Disappearing cookies." Angel didn't know much about the new girl's mutation, other than what she'd managed to garner from a few rumors - something about turning invisible? Either way, Angel had a feeling she was on the wrong end of a joke here. "Well either Lorna's actually secretly a magic user and is experimenting with something new - and awesome, by the way, if she is - or I'm just losing my mind. Or the world's trying to tell me to stop eating so much. Which would be sad, really. I'd hate to think some higher being is trying to tell me I'm getting fat, ya know?" She pursed her lips in a mock-hurt expression.

"Or maybe you're just seeing things things?" Sue pointed out with a grin as she reached up to close the cupboard letting the force field drop as she did so. "You know I've heard that old age can do that to people," the blonde continued with a cheeky grin on her face. "It must be so sad to have your mind start to go to the point that you're imagining that you see cookies.Unless the house is alive." She paused thoughtfully, "Hmm, mutant school, super telepath headmaster...you know I wouldn't be be surprised if the house turned out to be a mutant or be related to someone's mutant power," she continued poking the wall suspiciously.

"Somehow, I don't think the mansion coming alive would be one of the strangest things to ever happen here," Angel said with a grin of her own as she went over the freezer - she'd stashed a box of fudgsicles in the back for a warm day. She unwrapped one, popping it into her mouth and taking a careful bite before speaking again. "Unless the entire building place to just stand up and walk away. That would be strange. And really, really, really cool. And as a show of good faith I'm going to ignore the 'old' comment and not threaten to set you on fire and I'll even offer you a fudgsicle, if you're interested." She paused before adding, "Unless my old age decides to make those a fig newton of my imagination, too."

"A fudgsicle? What's a fudgsicle?" Sue asked curiously looking at the...well for want of a better word food that Angel was eating. "People actually eat that? But it looks so gross!" Sue looked worriedly in the direction of her room, "You don't really think the house would get up and walk away do you? I mean I've seen weirder things here...and well I don't want it to take y stuff." She turned and bestowed a bright smile on the wall, "please leave my stuff behind when you go on a rampage Mr House," she said before she started giggling.

Angel blinked a couple of times, unable to completely process what Sue had said. "I, you...you've never had a fudgsicle?" She finally managed to get out. What kind of cruel parents didn't give their children fudgsicles? It was practically blasphemy! Given she knew nothing of Sue's home situation, however, she refrained from saying that. It would have just been mean. "It's chocolate. Frozen chocolate. Kind of like frozen fudge, except soft enough that instead of breaking your teeth on it, you give yourself brain-freeze. If you like chocolate, you'll like this, trust me." There was no such thing as steering someone wrong with chocolate, after all. "And look at it this way - if the house goes on a rampage, you'll probably be inside it at the time, so it'll take you with it and you won't be too far from your stuff anyways. Though that's possibly not the most comforting thought in the world." Angel paused for a moment before she realized something. "I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? I'm Angel."

"Sue," the blond replied distractedly, she wasn't sure how she felt about being trapped in a walking mansion. "The fudgsicle sounds...a little bit sweet doesn't it?" She took the fudgsicle from Angel, looking at it suspiciously. The blonde sniffed the treat and visibly steeling herself took a bite of it. Instantly her demeanor changed as her eyes lit up, "this is soo good." She greedily took another bite of the fudgsicle before grabbing her head with her hands. "Ahhhh Brain Freeze, Brain Freeze".

The "I told you so" died on Angel's lips as she tried very hard not to laugh. "Easy, easy, easy," she said with a grin. "Pinch the bridge of your nose, that usually helps. And slower bites next time. So if you don't mind me asking, how have you never tried a fudgsicle before?" She'd always thought those were a cornerstone of a person's childhood.

"Ahhh, make it stop, please please make it stop!" the girl groaned. "I...it just never came up. Johnny and I would normally get takeout or sometimes the maid would cook us something during holidays. There was a lot of junk food around the apartment, but never this." She waved the fudgsicle in Angel's direction.

Well that sounded kind of...sad. Angel had a momentary flashback to her own childhood, to the various, plentiful times she'd spent eating fudgsicles and all kinds of other, various junk food with her many cousins. "Well then we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" She said brightly, taking another bite of her own fudgsicle. "We can cross fudgsicles off the list, what else...well it's summer, so I guess we'll stick to summer foods. Have you ever tried Rocket Pops?"

"A Rocket Pop? Is that some kinda lolipop?" Sue asked, this was turning out to be quite an education afternoon. "How do you eat all this stuff and not go on a crazy sugar high?" she asked remembering when Johnny had finished all the iceream and candy in th partment and then gone on a rampage.

"Be still my heart," Angel said with a sigh, turning back to the freezer and peaking in. "Ah shoot, we don't have any for me to show you. Well, Rocket Pops are popsicles with three different layers - red, white, and blue - and the layers are different flavors. They're really popular around the fourth of July. Gotta be careful when you're eating them, though - brain freeze and all," she added with a teasing smile.