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Who: Remy LeBeau and Cecilia Reyes
When: Tuesday September 16 2008 (forward dated slightly)
What: Remy and Cecilia’s smarmy dinner.

Remy hadn’t been kidding when he’d promised somewhere nice. Cecilia felt positively underdressed in her best outfit – and before they’d gotten seated she’d been mistaken for a hostess – the menu didn’t have prices on it, and a lot of the entrée descriptions were in a foreign language. Cecilia was guessing Thai but she couldn’t tell the difference between Japanese and Chinese unless someone handed her a language primer and gave her a week to study it.

She did have to wonder what Remy was up to that he could afford this kind of place. But after a few moments of serious consideration she decided that she was probably better off not asking, and wouldn’t get a straight answer even if she did.

“This better be the best damn appetizer in my life if they’re too ashamed of the price to put it on here.” Cecilia hadn’t wanted to strain Remy’s pocket, but she had no idea whether she would or not with this set up.

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Maybe Remy was a jerk; he'd taken the doctor out someplace ridiculous on purpose, because he knew her penchant for modesty. He enjoyed throwing people for loops, particularly people who actually had some sort of knowledge about him. He hadn't asked Cecilia when she was from, but considering she didn't seem inclined to hate him, he figured it couldn't be all that bad.

He chuckled, red-on-black eyes scanning over his own menu, seeming as casual and unconcerned as always. "Ordering by price is considered classless, cheri," he told her, "so they do what they can to encourage you otherwise."

Edited 2008-09-16 00:47 (UTC)

"It's also from the 1920's when women weren't supposed to consider money so there were separate menus for us." Cecilia wrinkled her nose. What had convinced her this was a good idea?

Free food. Good free food. Surely she could stifle her pride and stomach Remy's sense of humor for the best food she'd eat since arriving in the strange world? At least, it better be good.

Chill. Chill. Bobby always said that. It was supposed to be a good evening out and she wasn't on call so short of someone bursting in and demanding everyone's jewelry, purses, and wallets, she didn't have to worry about a damn thing until tomorrow morning.

Except making small talk. Cecilia sighed, visibly shaking off whatever had gotten her riled up in the first place. "Anyway, what did inspire this act of generosity?"

For that, the good doctor got a bland look and Remy turning his menu around to show her that his menu had no prices listed either. She was always too serious, he thought, at least on the outside. The Cajun mutant carried all his twisted thoughts within himself - no one's business but his.

Well, until Antarctica.

Anyway.

Remy set the menu aside, having picked something out already, and gave her a look that was almost charming. He wasn't going to lay it on needlessly for her, as amusing as that might be. "Why not? Kinda rare, people from our world, no? Like you said, we best be lookin' out for each other. I don' know 'bout you, Doctor, but I prefer this sort of thing to spying on you."

Yep. Definitely needed to get out of the hospital more often. The world was not filled with dying people who had to be bullied into taking their meds.

"Point." She conceded. Eventually she was going to give up and just pick something off the menu, whatever it was be damned. But not right now.

Calm, calm, happy space. There was no real reason to be snipy with Remy. He was being nice.

"So, what possible questions can I ask that won't get a response of you're not supposed to know?" Because honestly, Cecilia hadn't a clue. Smalltalk was not her strong suit either.

"Why, is there somethin' you've been avoidin' knowledge of?"

It was a legitimate question, though he already figured the answer would have to do with Stark and their collective futures. Remy was still wondering how exactly he was going to 'nearly kill' Cable. Hopefully something that kept him off his ass for a while; Nate was irritating.

"You could ask me how I'm keepin', if I find anybody 'round here interesting, have I been down to de casino, how's Logan... plenty o'things, cheri."

Logan was a stranger now wasn't he? And to think, she'd cut open Cyclops using the man as her over sized scalpel once. Strange to think about. "What is Logan up to? He's adjusting alright?" Of course he was, he was Logan. Logan from ... the past. Cecilia had never really wrapped her head around the idea of time travel.

Cecilia finally settled on just picking whatever her finger landed on.

"He's been here for eight months, apparently. Hard to think about, ah?"

Food ordered and sent, Remy was mildly pleased to see the menus whisked away. Now they'd have to find something else to focus on. "He lives with his lady-friend, name'o George. Coppertop, no surprise."

Cecilia rolled her eyes. "I do not get that man's history with redheads. Could be worse I suppose. He hasn't gone back to mercenary work has he?" For some reason, that seemed to be a favored fall back position for a lot of 'superheros' of dubious morality. Got nothing else to do? Get paid for beating up people.

The look he gave her about the mercenary report was subtle, but still there. Peoples pasts were not something to be casually thrown about unless you'd earned the right. Cecilia had not; no matter how many alien dimensions she'd visited, she held herself aloft from the others, and thus the divide was her own doing. One or the other - she couldn't have both.

But he smoothed it over, reaching over to take his water glass.

"He works at de school, I believe. Woodshop. Community service otherwise. He's livin' a normal life, 'cause he's able, and I don't disdain him for it."

Ok, maybe that was tactless. But she'd handled worse than the disapproval of Remy LeBeau. As for the rest... well, that was a long explanation that no one would ever get out of her. At least not without her being either dead or mind-controlled.

She wouldn't have expected a wood shop from Logan. But there were much worse things. "It's good to hear he's doing things that make him happy." As opposed to what Cecilia privately called 'the usual mess.'

It was always the so-called 'educated' ones that looked down on everybody else, despite their own situations. It was the lack of that attitude that endeared people like Gambit and Wolverine to the likes of Charles Xavier. Did Cecilia know Remy had never set foot in a classroom, growing up? Would it lower her opinion even more? He wasn't sure if he cared. After all - she was the workaholic shutting herself away in this other dimension, and he was enjoying himself.

At least on the surface. Should his thoughts drift to those left behind...

"S'easier for people to be happy then you might think, Doctor Reyes," he said, giving her something of a smile, though his red eyes flashed - teasing, maybe.

[ooc: I am SO SORRY for the epic delay on this, for some reason I thought I had responded.. x_X]