Log: Warren and Lorna - Kitchenmates

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Warren and Lorna meet in the kitchen and share some leftovers.



Warren had been encouraged to explore the Mansion, get to know the inhabitants. It was still strange to him to walk around people who were obviously proud of their mutations.

Not that he wasn't. It was simply strange to him.

He also wasn't much of a mingler. He did it because it was expected of him, but according to Scott,he could be himself here and not acquiesce to the norm. So he avoided most areas with lots of people, and somehow found himself in the kitchen area.

Kitchens had always been a respite, a haven of sorts. Many happy memories from his childhood revolved around Luz, his nanny, cooking him delicious foreign foods and essentially teaching him the sumptious language of food.

He had to admit. He was impressed with the Mansion kitchen, but that was to be expected.

Lorna had ventured out of her room again - looking for food. From the people she had met, they all seemed friendly and no mentions of her dad - only about her sister.

She made her way into the kitchen and entered, her stomach growling with hunger. She was almost to the fridge when she saw someone else. "Oh sorry. I didn't see - sorry."

He gave her a soft smile. The girl looked frightened and he didn't want to be part of that. "Far be it from me to stand in the way of hunger. Please," he motioned to the fridge, "continue. I'm simply giving myself a tour and found my way here. In fact, I can leave if you'd like to be left alone."

"No, it is fine. It isn't my place to tell people to leave." Lorna felt kind of foolish as she looked down at the ground. "I just ran out of food so I came down." Even if she was planning on taking her sister out for dinner tonight.

A strange comment, he thought. "You don't come down and eat with the others? It seemed to me we were all encouraged to be social here and that hoarding was looked down on.," he said with a teasing tone.

Lorna bit her lower lip and opened the fridge and took out some left overs. "It is complicated. And I like my alone time." She closed the door and looked up at him. "Want some?"

It almost felt like he was intruding on her time alone, but his curiosity was piqued by her. "Alright. What is it?"

She unwrapped the dish and took a sniff, "Smells like lasagna. Always good when you re-heat it." She set it on the counter before looking for where the plates were being held. "So, what is your name?" Might as well start talk to other residents of the mansion.

He'd never had to introduce himself so much in his life. True, none of the inhabitants were business associates or high society but still. He was vain enough to think everyone knew him. "Warren. And yours?"

"Lorna." She said as she found the plates and took out two. "Warren is a unique name."

Warren gave her an amused look. "Said the girl named Lorna." He tilted his head. "And I don't think it's unique at all. I'm a third," he explained. "My father and my grandfather are also named Warren. Makes family gatherings awkward."

"So you are Warren the Third?" She gave him her first smile of the night as she put equal shares onto the plate. "Do you have nicknames?"

"Warren Worthington the third," he said with pride. "And, no, not really. My father calls me 'son'?"

"Wait- Worthington sounds familiar."

He gave a practiced bow. "Of Worthington Industries. So yes, those Worthingtons. Hence the business apparel." He leaned up against a counter, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I had a meeting cancel, and it happened to be nearby. It didn't make much sense for me to head back to the city when I've been told to make myself at home."

And as if letting her into a secret, he whispered loudly, "This is me trying to be social."

"Impressive." Lorna gave him a once over at his business attired. "I just thought maybe you liked to dress nice." She put the plates into the microwave and turned back towards him. "I think you are one of the few that I actually said more than two words too. So this is also me trying to be somewhat social."

"Well then," he said with a grin. "Congratulations to us for breaking out of our avoidance. If you tell me why you're hiding, I'll tell you why I am."

Fear gripped Lorna for a moment when he asked why she was hiding and she quickly looked away. "It is a complicated situation." How can she just tell someone that she was the daughter of the feared Magento? That wasn't a conversation she wanted to go into. "Let's just say I am hiding from pretty bad people and the mansion has been kind enough to shelter me. As for the people here, I am afraid that someone might recognize me and judge me because of it."

Now Warren was very curious. Something -- or someone -- had definitely spooked the young girl, but he couldn't figure out what it was. "From the impression I was given, this is a safe, and non-judgmental place to be, where mutants can be themselves. Is that not the case?"

"I guess it depends on who you ask? Not all mutants are forgiving. Or are they? I haven't met that many."

"Neither have I," he confessed. It didn't seem fair to take all this information from the girl without providing any. It was obvious hard for her to answer his question, and it wasn't very proper of him in the first place to be so nosey. "But I'm forgiving. And I'm a mutant."

"Sounds like you are one of the rare ones." Lorna nodded as the microwave beeped behind her. "Want to grab the forks? I have no idea where they are." She pulled out the plates and quickly placed them on the counter. "Forgot they are hot."

Warren looked at her, an incredulous look on his face. He had just provided her with the most dearest secret he had, and she didn't even blink an eye.

Maybe there was something to this solidarity business.

He looked around the kitchen, pulling out drawers until he found cutlery. Grabbing forks, knives, and napkins, he walked over to counter and handed her a set. "Here you go. It does smell good, and I must admit, I don't think I've eaten today."

"What?" Lorna asked seeing the look on his face. She moved a plate to infront of him and sat down on the stool. "We will have to thank the cook later." Picking up a fork but waiting for the food to cool down. "So do you mind if I ask what makes you a mutant?"

"The same thing as everyone else," he answered with a cheeky grin. "My genes." It was the first question people had here, and he was getting better at answering it. He had to assume that most of the people here respected his privacy. Obviously he wasn't in the news as an outed mutant, and it seemed that so far, no one had said anything. Still. He wasn't going to make it any easier though.

Lorna couldn't help but chuckle a little at his cheek. "Fair enough. Don't worry. Your secret is safe here." She blew on her food before taking a bit out of it.

"So they say, but you never know." He also took a bite of his food, and was surprised to see how hungry he actually was. He could go hours without stopping for a meal as he was used to a very busy life, but this unexpected downtime was nice too. "Although you seem like a person I can trust. Is that a fair assessment, Lorna?"

Lorna looked down at her food, did she really look trustworthy? Her reflected back to her own life and thought about the many times her dad used her because of it. But did that make her truly trustworthy? Looking over at Warren, "Appearances shouldn't be the only thing you should base your assessment on. I have learned that the hard way, but yes. You can trust me."

"You're right, appearances shouldn't be everything, so let's see what I've learned in our short conversation." He sat up straighter in his chair, and ticked the points with his fingers. "You are scared of something, but you've agreed to sit down and have a meal with a relative stranger. You've been polite and respectful this conversation, which implies a decent upbringing. You've been pleasant, and have a sense of humour. All good things. Of course, your beautiful smile helps as well." The last item was said with a wink. "So you see, it's not simply your general appearance, although it doesn't hurt the situation either."

Lorna stared at him for a while before she gave a shy smile, "All that from our conversation. Well, here is something that you don't know. I have naturally green hair." Tugging on her currently brown hair.

That was surprising, and Warren found himself at a lack of words. Instead, he took another bite of food and chewed thoughtfully while he came up with an answer. "Green would look stunning on you," he said finally. "Although I understand why you would do that." Clearing his throat, he gestured to his back. "I have wings. Very few people know this, although that number seems to be increasing."

"Wings?" Lorna said in disbelief as her eyes traveled to his back expecting to see something that resembled wings. "How do you hide them so well? Wait are they like tiny cupid wings?"

He laughed at that thought. "No, they're not tiny cupid wings," he responded. "They're about 16 feet actually, but they're very flexible so they bend and fold well." Warren stood up and turned around. There was a slight bump, but nothing overly noticeable. It probably helped that he was wearing layers, which he always did to smooth out the line. "I wear a leather harness, which helps secure them down. It's very nice to take it off at the end of the day," he confessed.

"And I thought green hair was an attention grabber." Lorna said after Warren explained. "16 feet? So...do you fly?"

"Very well, thank you." He was oddly proud of his abilities, even so much as he was quiet about them. "I think a part of my mutation must be acrobatics or flexibility...I'm not entirely sure. I've never had an assessment or fully explored what my abilities are. I can only assume that it had to enhance it because it only took me less than a month to become relatively proficient."

"I can't imagine you with wings." She looked back to his back. "I am sorry, I don't mean to be rude but - really wings? I mean, I have seen a lot of different mutations but this one is a first."

"Really?" Warren was surprised at that. "I didn't think it was a rare mutation, although to be honest, I've never met so many mutants as I have now, being at the Mansion." Getting up, he went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of bottles of water before returning to the table and handing her one. He opened the bottle, and spoke again. "I'm sure you'll see them at some point. You'll have to excuse me not showing them now, but it is kind of a hassle to do them up once they're in their harness."

"I never heard of one. I mean, I know mutants that can fly but not with wings." She was one of those mutants. "Thanks." Taking the water bottle from him and setting it down nearby. "I think I can manage of forgiving you this time." She teased. "But don't worry about it. How long does it take you to get them into your harness?"

He shrugged. "I don't know if I've ever really timed myself, but it takes me probably about an hour to get ready in the morning, wings included, so I'm not entirely sure." He paused. "No comments on how long it takes to get ready. A proper skin care regimen takes time."

"Maybe you should? Could have a goal to look forward to." She took another bit of her food and snorted with a full mouth. "You are funny. So I am guessing you are a stomach sleeper?"

With a nod, Warren finished the last bite of his lasagna. "Of course," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Why wouldn't I be? My wings act as a fantastic duvet." Tilting his head at her, he wondered if she was comfortable enough now to answer his questions. "What about your powers? We seem to be talking a lot about me."

"100% angel wings?" She couldn't help but smirk at that one. The tides were finally turn as she gave an inward sigh. "My powers..." She held up her fork before letting it go as it floated there. It did not stay at it's regular shape as Lorna bent the metal fork into different shapes, spoon, knife, a screwdriver, hair pins, a swan (or attempted swan shape) before letting it go back to its original form. "It is a complicated list but simply put, I control metals."

Warren watched in fascination as she made shapes out of the fork. Creative shapes too. "I will never stop being amazed by people's powers," he said in a type of awe. "How did you learn you could do that? Did you stare at spoons for hours, practicing?"

It was his turn to ask questions.

Lorna only hesitated for a second, no harm - right? "My powers manifested when I was ten. My dad is also a mutant with similar powers and he personally taught me how to control and how to fine tune my powers. The spoon part was for fun."

"Really?" He reached for his water bottle, more for something to play with than anything else. "I couldn't imagine either of my parents doing that, mutant or not. My nanny would probably have been told to develop powers so she could teach me."

Tilting her head to the side, "Your parents weren't involve with your upbringing?"

He choked a little. "No, no they were not." Warren shook his head at the idea of his mother dirtying her hands. "My father did what he could, but he was very busy, and I saw him in short stints throughout my life. My mother, on the other hand, was happy to give me a nanny, whom I adored. Luz. She's actually my housekeeper now."

Lorna stared at him for a long moment. She really couldn't imagine a life without her parents being involved - even if one had questionable morals. "So your housekeeper once saw you running around in nothing but a diaper?"

Warren opened his mouth to respond, and realized he didn't actually know what to say to that. "I ...suppose so. I had not even thought of that until this very moment. I'd say that made things awkward, but I was cherubic as a child, so I'm okay with her having that image in her head." It might explain why she always wanted to pinch his cheeks.

"Well you are welcome for that thought." She smirked, "So what do you do now Warren?"

"VP of operations for my father's company," he answered. "Which reminds me that I have a teleconference in a few minutes...although, I'd much rather stay and chat with you." He gave her a grin and stood up, taking his plate in hand. "Thank you for the food, and the conversation. I'm sure I'll see you around again?"

"Don't let me stand in the way of work." She watched as he stood up to leave. "More than likely. I live here so I don't think I am going anywhere soon."