James grinned at the reaction to Forge's box. "We X-Men get the shiniest stuff, don't we? The old man is always looking for ways to challenge himself. Supposedly he's working on a power suppressor for those of us who have limitations on senses like Scott's sight or even your touch. Found out his first name is John but I think it's because not having a name bothered him."
With a smirk he added "Cher's last name is Bono." He felt like he'd just aged 30 years because he'd broken a law of the universe or something and the chill down his spine made him quick to change the subject."
"I'll teach you everything I know. Besides you're already charming enough. You could just learn it the quick way if you want. Couldn't be worse than Cain falling out of a tree on me. That was horrible, I turned around and all I saw was the Juggernaut's butt landing on me. Felt like someone dropped a rhino out of an airplane," James could care less what was PC these days, he usually thought Pop Culture when someone said that anyway.
"I have an extra tent and blankets, you're always welcome in my camp. You found it so that's a good start." He took another sip of tea enjoying the company taking a pouch of dust and sprinkling a little in the snow which turned green. He had some shamanistic powers like Forge but this was something the elder technopath actually learned from James. Limited but helpful in the wild.