Kurt turned around, surprised to find Creed standing in a position that indicated he had not just entered the room this moment. The blue mutant raised a brow, but didn't comment on it. The dog is barking more than he bites for once. The only two reasons Kurt could think of for that were respect for Kurt's religion, or for Kurt himself, and neither was something people expected from Creed.
"The mental image of you on a pretty pony does make me want to include that in my prayers." Kurt grinned. "And I see you have overcome your fear of clothing, partially."
The blue mutant cut the sausage into smaller pieces while he watched Creed attack what was left of the dinner. If this was Logan, I'd let it slide. He didn't have better manners a few years ago, he reminded himself. However, he did use a fork... but watching Creed use his dangerous claws as cutlery does make Kurt smile.
"You know, that sausage is dead already, it's not going to run away anymore." Probably not true for a good share of Creed's meals. "Same for the eggs. If you're hungry, you could sit down at the table?"
Kurt put a fork full of scrambled eggs in his mouth and shook his head. "I thought Scott would have approached you about it by now. I just came out of the zero gravity cell and Logan directed me right towards the training grounds. If you want to wait a moment, we can go to him right after I'm finished."