Jubilee jumped up, cheered (on the surface, anyhow) by the agreement of her friends.
"I'd race you to the kitchen, but you'd just cheat with your BAMFiness!" she exclaimed, and hopped over the back of the couch, dashing towards the kitchen, which was just down the hall.
"HEY!" she shouted back to the lounge, "Do you guys want the rest of this Rocky Road, or can I have it? There's vanilla and mint-chocolate-chip, too!"
Excited, she pulled out bowls and containers of sprinkles and bottles of syrups, intentionally and forcibly blocking out the thoughts of riots and registrations which attempted to lick at her mind like the flames of a revolution.