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What: A Cajun cookout.
Who: Gambit, Rogue, Jubilee, X-23, and anyone who smells Cajun food and comes to check it out?
Where: The roof of the East apartment building.
When: Shortly before sunset on Thursday the 18th.

Earlier in the day, Remy had spent a great deal of time moving outdoor cooking equipment to the roof and getting it plugged in.

Some of it even belonged to him.

Cajun hush puppies, potato salad, seafood gumbo, chicken fricassee, dirty rice, scallop etouffee, stuffed jalapenos, and a wide arrangement of grilled meats wrapped in pepper bacon were arranged in a half-circle around him, kept in warming dishes or heated occasionally by the brush of a finger. This was going to be a perfect meal. A nice relaxing get-together. He'd make sure of it.

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Rogue was debating if she should show up earlier or later to avoid as many people as she possibly could. Crowds were unavoidable, but dealing directly with people was easier to handle. Usually at school left her alone lately because they found out they were mutants and before that because of her looks and attitude. She was used to the X-Men she knew, the ones who gradually accepted her after she left the Brotherhood. They were with her through thick and thin--whether she wanted them to be there or not. Now she was left with getting to know a different group of X-Men.

Well...she might as well get it over and done with. If anything she could stay for thirty minutes tops before leaving.

She headed up to the East apartment building, heading up to the rooftop where she manages to open the door to the roof and stands there, taking in the spread, the scent of it and...surprise that Gambit managed to cook all of this.

"Hey."

"Evening, cherie. Pull up a chair, all this be ready soon enough."

He turned to glance back at her and flash a smile, but no more before attending to the same business he'd been working on already. That was the key to feeding stray cats, after all. Be friendly, but don't be interested.

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Rogue glanced around at the chairs and shook her head. No, she was better with being out in the open, or close to a wall.

"Nah, I'm good. Need to stand up for a little bit anyway." She had been at a chair, bent over a desk trying to figure things out. Though Gambit didn't seem to be prying about it. Ehh, maybe he was too busy preparing the food to really notice.

And damn her sense of morality. Did she dare ask to help out? You crazy? He's the one who wanted to set this all up. Let him do the work. Or maybe pitch in for the clean up---if she stayed that long.

Should've known better than to offer the chair. Well. Nobody resist food like this, in his experience, though if there was one girl stubborn enough to, here she was.

"This a strange place, you know. I mention to someone I'm a mutant, they either ask my autograph or need an explanation. Nobody mind. The people who call themselves nonfictionals, though -- anybody not real, as they put it, is a mutant to them. The same fear, even of people who come through as human and harmless as any of them."

Rogue moved away from the doorway to move closer to one of the chairs, but not bothering to sit down. He should know better than to expect her to do something easily. Stubborn as a mule, that was Rogue for you.

"Total opposite of home. They know we're mutants and Principal Kelly is bent on makin' us enemy number one." That is until the Brotherhood attacked and the X-Men showed everyone they were in control of their powers, that they were people who could do good things like everyone else.

"'Like everybody else' always seem to be the sticking point," he commented, assembling a plate overbalanced with a full assortment of everything he'd put together and passing it to her. There. Now she have to sit down, just to make sure not to spill.

"Seems to be, always the 'us' verses 'them' attitude," she muttered, looking over the plate he handed her. Oh, she can see what he was trying to do, but since there were other people coming around...she could easily say it's for one of the others and not her. That he's preparing plates a head of time for everyone else.

"I'll set this down." She won't sit down though.

He sighs a little, but does his best to keep it to himself. This girl, she always have to be as difficult as he can?

Probably. She has reason, too, no? He supposes she does.

"Without them, how we know who 'us' is? ... But then, without 'them,' why we need to know?" He shrugged, a broad loose shrug, almost a stretch.

Being in a new area with people who she doesn't know to much about would set anyone on edge. She was never much of a social butterfly to boot. She was the one who was always off in a corner of a party, talking to one or two people.

"Dunno, but it's that whole mentality of 'either you're with us or against them.' No room to use their brains to think for themselves..."

She looks over Gambit as he stretches wondering how long he's been cooking.

"Shouldn't you be taking a break?"

"Kind of you to think of me, cherie. Don't mind if I do."

Making up another plate of himself and kicking back in the chair nearest to her is a matter of moments, and he heaves a gusty, satisfied sigh.

"Everything else can look after itself a moment, I think."

Rogue will step to the side, letting him grab a plate of food before he sits. It feels more awkward to stand and talk to someone sitting down. Damnit, she'll actually take a seat near him.

"You kiddin'? Everyone can serve themselves, unless ya run out of plates and utensils."

"A good host keeps the plates spinning. So to speak. But maybe I just be a so-so host and everything work out anyway."

Not smiling at her sitting down. Very carefully not smiling.

"So, how you like it?"

Rogue rolled her eyes at the Cajun, resisting the urge to smack him on the arm or upside the head. He cooked a lot of food and made sure his guests were okay. He was better than a so-so host.

"Everything worked out well because of you. Not the other way around." A compliment as far as Rogue could give without hinting she was actually enjoying his company.

And he's smiling, she'll pretend not to notice it for her own sake.

She shrugs her shoulders a little, looking over the group of people who came.

"It's alright. Like I said, not much of a party person." Or a people person, but she had yet to leave the room or glare at anyone.

"In my experience, that just means you haven't found the right party yet. But I meant the food, cherie."

More eye rolling. Why do they keep bringing up parties? Oh, right because they're at one. As for the food, it looks good, smells good and more than likely will taste good too. But, she has yet to take a bite out of anything. Not yet anyway.

"I'd say good by the way some of your guests are eating."

No response except a long-suffering sigh, slightly exaggerated for her benefit.

Is he trying to annoy her? She wasn't hungry yet, geesh!

"Somethin' wrong?"

"Wrong would be putting it too strongly. Never mind. If there's a life to the party, I never want to be the one damping it. People start to think I was replaced by an evil twin."

That earns Gambit a light chuckle from her. If anyone would be the life of the party it would be him, but dampening it? That was usually her, Scott or Jean's job.

"So then how are ya feelin'?"

...Hi.

What's kicken?

[Shrugs.] Nothin'. [Looks over the other X-Men.]

What's your name? [This is entirely too awkward.]

Jubilee!

[Takes a mental note of it.] Rogue.

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