"There's no reason not to try it," Charles said, thoughtfully, and picked up his own cupcake to finish it. This could have gone much worse--he thought again of calling her sensitive about her looks and cringed from the memory. He had a tendency to be too thoughtless when he was comfortable, and it was something the past while had made him think about. The new mutants they had met had opened up his eyes in many ways to the vastness of their condition. It was one thing for someone like Raven, but Angel and Hank didn't have sure perfect concealment. Angel hadn't ended up in the strip club by accident; it was one of the only places a woman with such odd, raised 'tattoos' could be employed. Hank could never take his shoes off around anyone without fear of discovery. There had to be more like them out there, mutants who couldn't hide themselves well or at all, and they surely deserved equality. More than that. They deserved to be seen as beautiful in themselves.
Musing on this while Raven sat and thought herself kept them both quiet for a while. Hank came back to Charles' mind more strongly as he kept thinking, although he shifted from the global issues back to personal disappointment. He was a pacifist, but he was still protective of his little sister in a way that did hearken back to patriarchal ideas he couldn't quite shake. He imagined if he were Erik he and Hank would have a very stern talk, but being himself he still thought he'd have a word with him if he arrived. Raven's question broke him out of considering what he would say, and he looked startled for a moment before settling back down to think.
"I wouldn't give it up, no," Charles shook his head, "It wouldn't be my choice to make in the first place, but if it was...I still wouldn't take them away. We might be isolated for the moment, but it's who we are. We wouldn't be the same without them, and I wouldn't change any of you for a moment."