Megan virtually lit up at the suggestion, the tension and hints of anger and loss vanishing from one moment to the next. "What, like roommates?" She'd had a roommate most of the time she had been at Xavier's, until the school had cleared out after M-day. And she'd had two roommates in San Fransisco. She'd had her own room on Utopia, and her flat here was very nice and all, but... she'd been an only child who'd wished for siblings who did awesome fun things together like in the stories she read and TV she saw, and roommates were as close to the experience as she'd come. (The evil half-sisters she'd only found out about recently didn't count. Attempted murder was neither awesome nor fun.)
"Ohmygod," she squealed, nail polish forgotten temporarily. "That would be amazing! When can I move in? Do you need me to pay rent? Can we have a chore wheel? Do you think two people is enough people for a chore wheel?"