Jamie and Kitty in the kitchen with food, circa 11:15 AM

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Kitty: Kitty comes by to worm the plan out of Jamie. She offers fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies in return

Jamie: Ooh. Cookies! Give me a second to wipe the burger juice off my hands.

Kitty: *grins*
Kitty: How're the burgers coming?

Jamie: *points to a rather large stack* Pretty well, pretty well. I promised Rahne I'd save her a big one. *grins* So, I'm thinking there's an ulterior motive to the cookies.

Kitty: *blinks big eyes* Me? I never have an alterior motive...
Kitty: But, if you want a cookie... *dangles one up*
Kitty: you will tell me your plan

Jamie: I always want a cookie. As for the plan, well... if you figured out the acronym, you probably figured out it has something to do with getting the barbecue some live music.

Kitty: *nods*
Kitty: *cocks an eyebrow*

Jamie: Well, it occurred to me that with everyone down at the barbecue, the mansion would be empty. And Ms. Blaire lives right down the hall. And I bet she has her guitar in her room. And I do a great puppy-dog eyes.

Kitty: *grins, eyes sparkling* What an excellent idea. That is worth two cookies. *hands them over*

Jamie: Woo! *munches* 'Sides, I've only seen her in concert once. Not nearly enough.

Kitty: She's excellent, I agree there. *leans against counter* Wonder if we could get Sam to play too... I've heard him a couple times when he was just goofing around, and he's good.

Jamie: Worth a try, but I dunno if he wants to perform in his current, ah, hue. Excellent work, might I add.

Kitty: *grins* Thanks. And he doesn't sound mad, so I bet he'd do it if we asked nicely

Jamie: Probably. *grin* Next time you should paint him John Deere green, he'll love it. How'd you do that, anyway?

Kitty: it's not paint, and it's a secret. After all, who knows when I'll need to get you. *pokes him lightly in the side*

Jamie: Fair enough. But probably not for a while, there's people much higher up on my list than you. *smears a half-melted chocolate chip on her nose*

Kitty: *squeels* Hey! *wrinkles her nose* Bad you... *sticks out her tongue, then crosses her eyes and attempts to lick the chocolate off her nose* *fails*

Jamie: *snickers* Careful, your face'll freeze like that.

Kitty: *laughs, then grabs a napkin to scrub at her nose with*
Kitty: For that you get no more cookies until after dinner

Jamie: Aww. *puppy-dog eyes*

Kitty: Nope. Not going to work, so don't even try it buster.

Jamie: *biiig puppy-dog eyes* You sure? No more cookies, just because of one little chocolate chip?

Kitty: One little chocolate chip on my NOSE! Nope. *shakes head* no, no, no. I shall not cave!

Jamie: But it wiped right off... I'll be good, I promise. No more chocolate chips where they don't belong. Scout's honor.

Kitty: No good. I spent too many years as a girl scout to trust a boy scout.

Jamie: I am staggered--no, shattered by your lack of faith in me. *clutches chest* See, the pain.

Kitty: *leans forward as though inspecting something* Hmm... *sounds thoughtful* Nope. I just don't see the pain. Sorry. *sticks out tongue again*

Jamie: Oh, I am shattered, but I soldier on, showing none of my anguish to the world. How will I go on? *grins* You know, a cookie would be just the thing to heal my wounded soul...

Kitty: *bursts into laughter* You're incorrigble, aren't you. I don't think I should encourage you.

Jamie: Well, I'll just have to sneak them at the barbecue, then.

Kitty: Hah! You'll have to go through me first... *tries to look threatening, but can't quite stop giggling*

Jamie: Yeah, but I can do that, see, if I can find a way to get you to use your power that won't make you kill me later. *grin* Or I can just grab one when your back's turned.

Kitty: Hmph. *she half pouts, then looks up at the clock* I should probably start the potatos...

Jamie: And I should make sure the steaks are defrosted. There's a good spot for the cookies right there if you don't want your hands full. *points to a spot within easy reach*

Kitty: Oi! I'm not that oblivious. *reaches up to put them on the top of the fridge* I'll see you if you go for them, and... and there will be tickles!

Jamie: Not tickles! Anything but tickles! *makes terrified face, then reconsiders* On the other hand, maybe I'd like the tickles. Hmm.

Kitty: Oh really now? *arches an eyebrow* Well, like it or not, it'd keep you from getting the cookies.

Jamie: Very true. And it'd make getting the food ready take longer. I'll be good.

Kitty: *nods* Good boy. *heads over to pull potatos out from one of the cabinets*

Jamie: *eyes the cookies speculatively, then shrugs, sends a dupe after the steaks in the freezer, and turns back to the burgers*

Kitty: *chats as she preps potatos* How did you like the classes you sat in on this week? How was physics?

Jamie: It was... confusing. Didn't help that I was coming in at the end of the year. I'm a lot more comfortable with biology and lit.

Kitty: I'm impressed. Lit confuses the hell out of me, and bio's so... so messy. *she wrinkles her nose a little*

Jamie: Yeah, but it's about life, and how people and animals work, which is a lot easier for me to wrap my head around than how subatomic particles can do things they aren't supposed to be able to do. And lit, well, I like reading the books a lot more than writing the papers, that's for sure.

Kitty: *smiles and nods* me too. And subatomic's confusing, I'll give you that, but it's fascinating. That something can be all things at once, simply because no body's watching...

Jamie: I guess. And it's probably pretty helpful stuff to know if you want to try and figure out how we do the stuff we do. Mutants, I mean.

Kitty: I don't know. For that it's probably bio, or at least wierd genetics as much as physics. Dr. McCoy keeps teasing that it's silly to teach us the laws of physics when we all keep breaking them.

Jamie: Doesn't that mean you just have to figure out different laws?

Kitty: I guess. Like, with your dupes... Kenetic Energy creates them, right? But does it matter how much energy? Do they ever fade out on their own or do you always have to call them in? And has one impact ever created more than one dupe? Is there a quantified amout of energy they can "hold"?
Kitty: It's fascinating.

Jamie: *fends off questions with one hand, laughing* Obviously it is. In order, then: yes, I don't know, they've never faded before, no, and I have no idea what that means.
Jamie: And what about you? Things don't tend to go through other things, in my experience.

Kitty: *joins with a laugh of her own* Well, it's weird. We've done some experiments, but mostly I've just been working on control more than explanation. My big question right now is gravity. Sometimes when I phase I fall through the floor, but you'd think if gravity was affecting me when I phased then whenever the floor stoped providing a normal force to counteract gravity I'd fall. So why have I never fallen through to the center of the earth?
Kitty: *shrugs* it's weird

Jamie: Maybe you don't fall because you don't want to. *grins* Maybe we really are living in the Matrix, and some days you glitch the system more than others.

Kitty: I don't know.I think if we were in the Matrix the Agent Smiths of the world would have stopped there from being mutants. It's not good to have some food sources be too powerfull...

Jamie: Unless that's just what they want you to think!

Kitty: *smiles* Good point.
Kitty: Course, then, why hasn't Neo come to inlist us in his battle?

Jamie: Because he's played by Keanu Reeves, and therefore isn't smart enough? *grin*

Kitty: Heh... well, Morpheus should have come then. My point stands though.

Jamie: Well, yeah. Seriously, though, if you ask me, you don't fall through the floor because you don't want to. I mean, you can't actually be walking on the floor, can you, because your feet would go through it. So maybe when you fall through the floor it's because you've forgotten to stand on whatever it is you are standing on.

Kitty: *nods thoughtfully* That makes a lot of sense. But I don't know how I can forget to stand on something I don't know I'm standing on... *bites her lip for a second, then shrugs* I'm gonna have to think about that.

Jamie: Well, maybe it's like holding your breath. It's both voluntary and involuntary. Your body goes on breathing as long as you're alive, but you can decide to override it and hold your breath.

Kitty: Hmm. Yeah, I can see that. *glances down at the potato in her hand, then concentrates. Phases out with potato and swiftly brings hand and potato through the coutner, then stares down at the ground* I don't think I should think about that too hard, *quickly phases back* It's like, when there's somehting you can do naturally, and then you think about it and can't do it anymore... That would be bad.

Jamie: Yeah, it would. But, I mean, sometimes you have to think about it. I had to think really hard to get my dupes to do different things, and then... well, it'd be nice if I knew enough to control it so I could play sports, or something, without worrying about getting hit. *grins* That's really neat to watch, you know, you going through things. Everybody here does pretty amazing things.

Kitty: *smiles back* Thanks. And hey, you can catch things, right? Like, if I throw this potato to you and you catch it, you probably wouldn't dupe, yes?

Jamie: Probably not, no. Maybe if Piotr chucked it, though. And some days I'm more sensitive than others--though that's not as bad as it used to be.

Kitty: Hmm... *looks thoughtful, then tosses it underhand, watching how he catches it*

Jamie: *snags it out of the air fairly casually* I'm not that bad. *grin* Averages out at... sort of a middling-hard slap. I can applaud, if I'm careful about it.

Kitty: You know... There are some martial arts I've read about which use techniques that cut down on the kenetic energy exchange. That's how they can break bricks and not their hands. I bet if you knew something like that you wouldn't dupe when you hit somebody...

Jamie: Huh. *cocks head* Yeah, I guess I can see that. I've never been much for fighting, but that wouldn't really be fighting. *grin* And maybe you should look into whatever those people do when they walk on coals.

Kitty: *laughs* Sounds like a plan.