They'd let the kids hang for long enough. For his part, Logan just didn't want to deal with any of it, his role was usually to laugh at the adults who were in charge for being dumb enough to choose such a vocation, but here he was and it just wasn't as funny on this side of the desk. He wondered if Scott would ever come back, if he even wanted Scott to come back, if he'd ever have a chance again to just be Logan instead of Headmaster of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Children. What a huge cosmic joke that was.

He fiddled with a pencil as he looked at his comrade-in-arms sitting across the desk from him. "I'm thinkin' some kinda manual labor involves me wakin' 'em up at five in the mornin', drill-sergeant style."

Barefoot in the grass, a nice warmish evening, a mug of tea and a book. This was the perfect way to spend the evening, in Millie's opinion. The big problem was the the trees weren't quite big enough to curl beneath properly, but oh well. Sprawling on the grass was no hardship.

Millie walked with her book tucked under her arm, and her tea in her hand, trying to find that perfect spot. It had to be far enough away that she wouldn't risk getting run over, but close enough that she'd be fairly visible. With everything that was happening, she didn't want anyone worrying about her. She found her spot next to the new lilacs she'd planted a week or so ago.

She set the mug and book aside for a moment as she knelt in the grass. It was the work of a few moments the make the grass a little thicker and plusher to act as a sort of mattress she could sit and read on. Then she curled her knees up and sipped her tea as she just enjoyed the evening for a few moments.