Victor's snort at the question seemed to say 'please'. "Bobby Drake, aka Popsickle aka Iceman, the powers come with a name like that, ya can freeze pretty much anythin' an' do or use to do this rather cool mobile ice rink thing to move around. Heh..cool..get it?"
Victor popped another cut of meat into his mouth, swallowing loudly before offering the plate to Bobby. "Want some? Don't touch the salmon though I i'll punch ya if you do." His generosity only went SO far. And it didn't go anywhere with Alaskan salmon slices.
As the blond spoke he leaned against the open fridge door, his whole posture spoke of being relaxed and at ease, not quite the hair trigger killer Bobby may have met him as before.
"Now I have a question for you...two actually. One, where's the beer, two...where do they keep the sauces? An' three..sorry I lied there 'bout there bein' only two questions, but this is more for you. Would ya think that I could change?"