"Since you are making me behave..." He took another bite of noodles and waited to chew thoughtfully. "I have some things in my room to send to Father Zeckhausen at Saint Patrick's Church... and since I can't go and can't lift anything..."

He had been collecting things since the church was bombed by the Friends of Humanity a couple of months ago and Father Zeckhausen targeted for his sermons on mutant acceptance. Collecting canned goods and taking donations and bringing over spare clothes and blankets, that kind of thing. There had been several people killed (and more people wounded) and the church had practically been reduced to rubble, but they were still trying to support other people badly affected by Magneto's reign and the Friends of Humanity. The basement was full of people who, while they helped with the rebuilding effort, had nowhere else to go----mutants and nonmutants alike. Now he had a new delivery he needed to take over and he obviously couldn't.

He batted his eyelashes. "Everybody loves a good deed, Jean-Paul."