MHA #10- Wednesday evening

[throughaphase]

As promised, Kitty was putting the cooking skills she'd learned in Italy to use. What she was learning now was that it was a lot more difficult when you were on your own and didn't have anyone telling you what you were doing wrong. But nothing had blown up and everything looked okay so far and she even only had a little bit of flour on her face so it was looking pretty successful.

And okay, the kitchen was a total mess but she didn't think Clint would mind too much. She was still going to try to make the place look at least half decent before he got here, though.

Okay, maybe a quarter decent.

[For that guy!]

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[throughaphase]

"Oh god, this is gonna be revenge for me seeing you younger," Kitty said, taking her glass of wine. "Just... still love me when you find out I was a mouthy, adorable idiot." With terrible fashion sense.

[so_hawkward]

"Right, 'cause I totally wasn't a mouthy jackass when puberty hit." Yes, he was using past tense for that, so there.

[throughaphase]

"Kurt says my very first day at the mansion, I strolled in and announced 'I'm here!' like I owned the place. I don't remember that," Kitty said. "I'm just glad the Professor won't be there to tell the really bad stories."

If Xavier was there, Kitty would probably not be going.

[so_hawkward]

"So I need to email him or something later, got it." Clint took his own glass and one of the plates, and went to sit down. "Or would that be mean?"

[throughaphase]

"It'd be awkward," she said, taking her own plate to follow him. "If you're gonna get blackmail, go to Logan or Ororo. Or Kurt. I've always worked with him so he's got all the stories where I look good too."