Jean and Rogue: Trick or Treats (Backdated)

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Jean and Rogue go grocery shopping for various goodies before the Halloween party.


"Twix and Kitkats for me," Jean said as she rounded the corner of the aisle, pushing a cart. It was filled with a few healthy items, like water, and...well, water, but other than that it was like Willy Wonka was having a going out of business sale.

"I'm headed for the caramel for the apples. How much do you think we should get?"

"Is enough to fill a bathtub an option?," Rogue teased, grabbing some marshmallows. "Although let's be real -- we have a mansion full of people who never gain weight, no matter what and we all seem to have bottomless expense accounts. So. Let's go wild."

Jean let out a sigh of acceptance. "Who am I to argue with that logic?" she said with a shrug.

"Good thing both of us are able to carry bathtub sized amounts of sugary goodness. Not sure how the car's going to handle the load, though."

She squinted at the marshmallows. "Oooh, s'mores?" It'd been a long time since she had enough sugar to power a small city. At least, not since her mother made 15 kinds of candy at Christmas a few years back.

"Melty chocolate, ooey gooey marshmallows and crispy graham crackers," Rogue listed. "Each of those items are somewhere on the food guide." Moving the cart along, she continued walking slowly.

"Besides, not like we ever get any kids trick or treating at the Mansion. So. We stock up and eat the candy we surreptitiously bought for children, and that makes it guilt free." She paused. "Wait. Why am I trying to convince you when you're already on board?" Rogue laughed and shook her head. "My brain is clearly still scrambled. Maybe Emma did something I'm not aware of."

Jean laughed. "Maybe you're trying to convince yourself? Either way, I am all for a little eat, drink, and be scary. That reminds me....I have a recipe for a caramel apple pie cocktail on my phone that I want to try to make for the party. Hopefully they have flavored vodka here," she said, unconsciously scanning the aisle markers as she spoke.

She glanced back.

"How are you feeling, by the way? After the reboot?"

Rogue gave a little snort. "Reboot. I like that. That is basically what happened, got my brain rebooted." It was probably the most apt description she'd had in a long time. "I feel good, I mean, not much I can say. I'm me but I was me before..just a younger me." Time paradoxes were always fun. "So I had my old self back, and I learned why I never want to be a teenager again, and that makes me more appreciative of being an adult." She grinned. "Gotta look at the bright side, right?"

"There's a song in there but I'm not going to sing it," Jean mused, then nodded.

"Not sure how I'd react to being mentally 19 again. But probably not as well."

She squinted, holding up graham crackers.

"Normal or cinnamon? For that extra autumn spice."

"Depends on how much of a basic white girl you wanna be," Rogue teased back, pointing to the cinnamon. "And it wasn't too bad being a teenager I guess, if I really have to think about it. I mean, I think the biggest issue was the confidence thing. I didn't have the same confidence, so I didn't talk back, and I just ..observed." In retrospect, that wasn't the best idea, especially considering everything, but whatever. She shook her head. "I don't even know what I'm saying. I'm just glad to be an adult and be able to drink...which means that we need to buy booze, by the way. As an adult, I can handle my wine much better...but the hangover will still be the same."

"I guess it's a tradeoff," Jean said, plucking the cinnamon graham crackers off the shelf.

"And whoever thought of that meme is missing out. $20 says it's a frat boy who just wanted something else to complain about. Speaking of which, I think I'll have some hard cider for the party too."

She put the box in the cart, then moved on toward the booze aisle.

"I'm glad Emma was able to help."

Rogue smiled. "Me too."