Re: Boi-oi-oing.
"I like transparency in most aspects of my life," Hemlock confirmed with a smirk before Catacomb answered more thoroughly. "That's fair," he reasoned when Frankie explained her own connection to the work, and he guessed to the other sorcerers. "That's an understatement," the Navajo agreed. "You and me both, sister." He had been floundering at Xavier's, stuck in a decade-long rut. Just by being at Xavier's School for the Gifted and technically on the X-Men didn't make him a hero or humanitarian, by any means. Recently, he'd fallen back into old ways, though. Plants, animals, solitude until proven social, being himself... but not really being groundbreaking. At least Frankie had been given a push. And by his own mentor, at that. He had a feeling he was beyond what Forge was willing to do for him, though.
"I need to start earning my place." He brushed off his hands and stood, then took up Djali (right?) and kissed the baby goat on the head. Then the nose. "I love you," he told it, and it kicked in his hands before he returned the kid to the ground. "Well, show me your whip, and I'll take you to yule."