"It smells delicious. Your mother must have been a great cook," she said softly. Rising to her feet, she motioned for him to follow her back out into the kitchen so that she could try some. She puttered around the kitchen, smiling as she reheated the food.

Looking up at him, she shrugged her shoulders. "Charles made British food occasionally when we were growing up. That was very good. It was something I got used to." She paused. "When you were gone, I was alone a lot. I didn't go home to Charles. There was still too many mutants to help. The food. The bedding. It wasn't really good when you're trying to hide."