Re: Prodigal
Her eyes had shifted toward Will each time he'd interrupted her, but she'd ignored it. The fab-haired mutant didn't speak to him until he asked if she wanted him to look around for gifts left for her. "That's such a kind, fruitless offer..." she mused. But she didn't necessarily want (definitely not need) jewelry.
Zap had slowly turned to face Omen at his innuendo parade, then listened as he recited for them, trying to wrap her head around Thor's intentions with his word choices. Still, she was coming up a little short, but loved it nonetheless. "You have a job," she scoffed belatedly at Will. He'd been looking at her like she'd fired him personally by casting her spell. "There'll be kids again within a few months - especially with Beltane coming up..." Apparently, things got turnt. "Maybe you should do the haiku writing," the queen suggested wisely.