WHO: Jean Grey and Emma Frost WHAT: Have a small talk. No punches are thrown. WHEN: Sunday Morning, the 13th WHERE: The Kitchen of the X Mansion
Jean was trying very hard to not dwell on recent developments. She didn't need Emma preening because it was getting to her. So she'd been keeping busy. The mansion was a busy place, things to do, people to see. And since she'd happened to notice that the kitchen was a bit low on supplies, she'd volunteered to go to town and stock up. Coming back now, arms full of bags, she headed straight for the kitchen, setting them down with a sigh.
Emma had been sitting in a corner of the kitchen bay window, legs curled up beneath her in a pair of loose white sweatpants and a tank-top. It was the weekend...the corset and cape could stay in the bedroom. She noticed Jean walk in, depositing supplies in an around the kitchen, apparently oblivious to her presence. Still, Emma was Emma, and she couldn't resist a small, if petty shot. Clearing her throat quietly, she quickly assumed her diamond form an returned her attention to the book, her message quite clear.
Jean snorted, not bothering to actually turn to face her, instead choosing to focus on putting the groceries away. "Nice, Emma."
Arching an eyebrow, Emma turned the page of her book with a definite flourish of delicate fingers. "I like to be prepared for any situation that might present itself, Jean, and you've certainly showed yourself to be unpredictable." she replied, eyes remaining on the page, although she'd lost her place as soon as Jean had showed up.
"As much as I dislike you, I'm hardly about to attack you in the kitchen. I like the decor too much." Refrigerated things away, she turned to the boxed goods. "So you might as well shed the veneer before you blind the next person to come in."
"All the same, I'd rather be safe than sorry. You'll just have to risk chipping your nails on my cheek this time," Emma stood, closing her book and setting it down on the seat, tapping her glassy fingers against the kitchen counter. As Jean turned to the cupboards, she started to unpack the cleaning goods. She lived in the Mansion too, afterall.
"So," she continued, tucking garbage bags beneath the sink, "How are the lovebirds? Comfy, cozy?"
Hmm...and there goes that last nerve. "Which lovebirds are those?" She questioned. "There are a few couples in the mansion that I'm aware of. You have to be specific, Emma."
"I certainly wasn't referring to Logan and Monsieur Le Beau, Jean. Playing coy doesn't suit you." She folded her arms, leaning her hip back against the counter. "You and Scott, dear. Has the relationship dissolved so quickly already, or shall I remove my toothbrush from his bathroom? I like to stay in the loop;..."
"I'm surprised Scott hasn't come to talk to you already," Jean replied, shutting the last cabinet and moving back to the island to start gathering up empty bags. But then she shouldn't be surprised, should she? Emma just likes to rub things in. "We've decided that we shall move back to dating each other. And that we're free to pursue dates with other people should we so desire."
Huh. Emma had never really thought it possible to surprise a psychic, but the fact remained that she certainy hadn't been expecting that. Was the fact that Scott hadn't talked to her about this a sure sign that 'other people' didn't include her? Surely not. Scott had never said no to her before...
"Oh," she managed to muster, eyebrow arched slightly. "That's...very big of the both of you." She paused, quite obviously searching for her next cutting remark. It was times like this she wished Sean still spent time at the Mansion...he'd no doubt have something to say on the entire matter. Pursing her lips, Emma offered Jean a tight smile. "That should certainly solve the problems you've both been having with Scott's roving eye."
Jean actually gritted her teeth. "And give me a chance to do a little roving of my own," she replied, giving Emma her own tight smile in return. "Should be fun, heading back into the dating pool."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll love it," Emma smiled, slightly more genuine this time...as genuine as Emma Frost could be. "As will the rest of the Mansion. So many new faces around, the new recruits will be delighted to possibly have a chance with someone who was so exclusively...Scott's."
She paused, running her finger around the edge of a can, before smiling once more and lifting her eye's to Jean's face. "I mean you, of course! I've never considered myself much of exclusive person."
"No, you wouldn't, would you." Jean likes monogamy just fine, Em. "And I wouldn't tell the new recruits to get so excited just yet. I'm rather discerning about my men."
Leaning forward a little, still smiling broadly, Emma gave Jean a conspiratorial wink. "Perhaps it's time to broaden your taste, Jean darling. We do, afterall, have such a wide gene pool to choose from. Scott's merely the dull, humorless surface..."
Returning to the window seat, she took up her book and tucked it under one arm, brushing her hair back from her shoulders and fixing Jean with a warm grin. She slipped out of her diamond form, and headed towards the door. "I'm so glad we had the chance to clear things up...maybe we can restore a little civility to this madhouse!"
"Oh don't worry. My horizon's already broadened." She's going on a date with Logan, after all. As to the civility... "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Jean nodded, half smiling. "I hardly think we need to fulfill any fantasies with another catfight."
"Perhaps, not yet," Emma replied, opening the door to the hallway and glancing back, a small smirk on her face. "But we can't rule out anything for the future now, can we? Men are such trouble, dear. Enjoy the rest of your day...it's very, very nice outside." And with that, she was gone, off to wreak havoc somewhere else in the Mansion.