"Hey, you leave my food alone." As if it could ever be called food. Jean-Paul began staring down Tabitha again, his arms loosely crossing his chest now that his hands were free. Eating could wait while he caught up with old 'friends' and made new ones, so he leaned against the counter once more. This time, there was no fire that could go unnoticed and ruin another meal.
Oh and didn't that make him feel just wonderful? Burning food in front of an actual chef on campus. Why did they even have a chef in the first place? Besides allowing Jean-Paul to embarrass himself with his complete lack of culinary skills. Although, he could look at this on the positive side. With a chef, he'd either never have to cook again, or learn how to actually do it on his own. Either way seemed like a good idea.
"Hello, Dante," Jean-Paul drawled, taking a moment to notice their companion's rather good looks. Then he had to glance back at Tabitha with whom he often fought with over men. There had never been any real problems since one of them was usually just out of luck but Dante was new to them both. "I'm Jean-Paul Beaubier. X-Man. Business, French and Flying professor. Whatever we need, really," he grinned.