No worries. I've been keeping busy with the CoD thread.
((Which you should totally join, btw.))
Walking past Tabby to get some fresh hay, Jamie winked at her. "That would be nice." But he wouldn't hold his breath. It had taken a special suit when he was a kid and the technology was lost when his father died. The only person he had faith in enough to possibly help him was dead. Sure, Hank was a good guy, but what could he really do?
"Don't forget Ellis Island." With a hay bale balanced on his shoulder, her scattered half of it on the floor and put the rest into the feeder. "It's like every time Magneto starts something it's bigger than his last show. I am not looking forward to whatever he has planned. because you know there's a plan. He's had seven years to think about what he could do if he ever got his powers back."
The conversation had turned heavy and that was something Jamie was trying to avoid for a few hours. So, he looked at Tabby curiously. "You ride?"