Watching Kyle eat, Simon had occasion to be happy that they got paid indecently well for their special ops gig. Magneto took care of everyone's needs in this Mutant Nation, but certainly those who risked life and limb for their country, like the Brotherhood, got some hefty extras in their care package. Kyle was well on his way to cleaning out his fridge, however.
"So you are," Simon quickly amended, not wanting to antagonize his new... friend? "My bad." It was such a little thing, really. He just hoped those clawed feet wouldn't slice right through the upholstery. But, oh well. It was in Simon's nature to worry about things like that.
And still the food kept disappearing. "Would you like me to order a pizza?" he offered with a weak grin. "Um... if you think you're staying, that is. We could watch a movie, or something." The rational part of Simon's brain was in the process of fainting dramatically. What was he thinking, inviting Kyle to stay? It might just be inviting disaster. He flailed a little inside, but held on to that grin.