Shiro still sort of waved his hand over to Jubilee even when she was already out of his reach, "I do not, how can you say I've got drama hardwired in my brain?" he took a moment to look at the doodle she'd shown him, making his own as soon as she began talking.
"I'm not fat," insisted he, scratchy sounds coming off his pen and paper. "I'll start worrying if I can't fit in my pants anymore." or that formal suit he'd sent to the laundry just awhile ago -- best be ready for Scott and Jean's wedding.
"That's right," said Shiro when he capped his pen, chowed on some mallows and showed the doodle to Jubilee. "Did Scott or Jean say anything about what we can't wear in their wedding day?"