The familiar smell of engine grease hit her nose the moment the door opened, and Jean shook her head just a bit. She hadn't needed their psychic rapport to find Scott, but knew him well enough to know exactly where he was at the moment - particularly since Logan had taken one of his cars out again and only returned that morning. Beside her floated a plate holding a sandwich and a glass of water, both of which settled onto the trunk of the car as she walked around to smile at her husband.
"Time to take a break. You barely ate at breakfast, so you're not skipping lunch, Scott."