"If only, if only," Raven echoed with a small smile, but there was no way she was going to start exploring that topic. Her life had been firmly separated into B.C. and A.C. (Before Charles and After Charles) and the less time she spent thinking about B.C., the better things would be for everyone involved. She rarely let her mind dwell on those days anymore, just a few little flashes of sensory reminders or a memory floating in before she had the chance to clamp down on it.
And then he said it. He said the one thing that she did not want to hear, at all. Groovy mutation. Clamping hands over her ears and letting out a groan of very clear disapproval, she rolled her eyes at Charles and raised an eyebrow. "I can't believe you said it. You are such an old fart, you know that right?" She laughed though, despite her whinings, and she suspected that it had been Charles' goal in the first place to get that. That man was too smart for his own good.
"Yes, please, brush away." Raven smiled and adjusted her sitting position so that her back was facing Charles, giving him easier access. A hand went over the red hair that her current, natural form gave her, and then she hesitated. "Brush this hair, it feels nicer." She said as she settled in comfortably, and changed herself back to the blonde teen she spent most of her life impersonating. "Much more hair, see?"
The occurences of a moment couldn't change the habits of a lifetime. She was getting there, but...not just yet.