"Ah like the school," Rogue half lied. She did like Xavier's, it had become a refuge for her but truth be told, some days, most days, she felt stifled. It felt like the only time she could get away was when the X-Men were mobilized and that wasn't as common of an occurrence she wished it would have been.
She relaxed on the blanket, leaning back to stretch her legs before her and prop herself up on her elbows, "Scott's job is to holler, it's what he does best. 'sides, ah owe the Professor a lot." He'd been the one to pull her out of Arkham after all, and have faith to see she could be on the X-Men.
She narrowed her eyes and smirked, "But Ah guess it is sort of romantic. If Ah was the picnic on a pretty day sorta gal."