"Thanks! I like to think so, too." Bobby replied cheekily to the comment of his excellent role model-ship.
He winced when she said she wasn't hungover, remember the trouble she'd had once at a St. Patrick's Day party when they were in college. College parties were rough, anyway, but for the girl with green hair? Sometimes Bobby forgot she had green hair, it was just so much a part of her. And he remembered it feeling oh-so-nice on his fingers when he-- snap out of it, Bobby! he scolded himself. She's with Alex, and she's happy with him.
"That's what you do in your free time? Go to the Danger Room and read alone in the rec room waiting for Jean? Come onnnnn, Lorna. I remember you being a lot more fun than that," he snerked teasingly and poked her in the ribs gently. "Where is Alex, anyway?" Craning his head to check behind them, just in case sour faced Summers was there, Bobby breathed a sigh of relief.