Breakfast... or is it lunch?

[Animaux]

Clearly. "Thank you, Mr. Wagner."

Cal gave up on trying to hide as she put the pants on. Four people had seen her in the past five minutes, and she was wearing nothing but a teacher's clothes. This was ridiculous, and it was definitely too late to salvage, so she might as well get some cereal.

Trying to retain some sort of dignity, Cal tried to get up and slipped in a patch of milk. She fell backward with a jerk, banging her head on the cupboard. Her face turned pink with frustration.

She grabbed the now-almost-empty bowl and held it up so that only her hand and the bowl were visible above the island counter.

"Help? Help? Anyone? Anyone?!"

[Nightcrawler]

"Bitte sehr, Fräulein."

Kurt turned his head respectfully as she pulled on the pants, making no attempt to cover herself in the process. He smiled at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. He'd by accident seen an attractive young student completely as Gott created her, and now he was clothing her and attempting not to seem like he was trying to catch another glimpse of her. Definitely not the morning he'd envisioned.

Torn between hysterical laughter and concern as Cal slipped back and hit her head, he compromised by leaning forward with a smile and pulling the bowl from her hands with one of his own, the other taking her wrist to help her upright. "I think the cereal is against us today. What would you say to ein Deutches Pfannkucken instead?"

[Animaux]

Cal gasped slightly as Kurt's big blue fingers wrapped around her wrist - oh golly, alien hands - but after a moment she heaved herself to her feet with his help. She let go of his hand and felt the back of her smarting head. Well, she wasn't bleeding. One point for Cal.

She looked around the kitchen at the destroyed remains of her cereal. Her eyebrows knitted in distress and her eyes flew up to Nightcrawler's yellow ones.

What WAS he talking about? "Fan..." she trailed off, trying to decipher the word and failing miserably. "... Bless you."

Still looking vaguely distressed, Cal let one of her hands stray forward. The box of Lucky Charms had fallen over in the commotion, spraying sugary bits all over the countertop.

She picked a leprechaun hat and crunched it ruefully.

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt's smile slipped briefly as she gasped at the feel of his hand, but he quickly returned it to his face, chuckling as she looked around at her cereal, which littered the kitchen, and then tried to repeat his words.

"Bless you."

"Ah, danke schön. But I asked if you wanted German pancakes." He watched her pick up a marshmallow and pop it in her mouth. "If you wait in the dining room, I will have them ready in about ten minutes."

[Animaux]

The teacher was explaining his offer now, and her stomach grumbled just as he reached the word 'pancakes.'

"Ohh..." said Cal, having a bit of a 'blonde' moment. That was the Russian again. She reached for a blue moon, and the distress on her face shifted into a look of hope. "Oh yeah, eh? That sounds awfully good.

"Are you sure... I shouldn't help?"

Cal looked around at the kitchen: the milk, the cereal, the dingo fur IN the milk, and the slightly dirty paw- and foot-prints on the floor.

She looked back up at Kurt sheepishly. "I shouldn't help."

[Nightcrawler]

Kurt glanced around the kitchen with her. It was a disaster, the worst he'd seen the kitchen in a long time.

"No... perhaps you shouldn't help." He chewed on his bottom lip carefully. "And perhaps it will be more of 20 minutes."

Turning back to her, he put a hand at her shoulderblades and gave a slight nudge towards the door. "Go ahead and roll the pant legs up on those and head to the dining room. I will be along with food shortly."

Turning back to the kitchen, he crossed his arms and looked around. They needed a mutant vacuum cleaner.

[Animaux]

[OOC: A mutant vaccuum cleaner! *lol!*]

Cal skidded through a milk puddle and looked a minute too late at the dragging hem of the pants.

"Maybe I'll... go change.

"... Thanks, Mr. Wagner."

[oracle]

(ooc hello pot, might i introduce you to kettle?)

Oracle looked amused, and decided to skip breakfast, a little embarrassed for them both in their situation.

Slipping through the kitchen as quietly as she could with bells on her ankles, she disappeared back up the stairs, chuckling to herself.

[Nightcrawler]

"Thanks, Mr. Wagner."

Kurt looked over his shoulder with a smile. "Bitte sehr, Miss Grandchamps. My morning wouldn't have been nearly as exciting without this."

He watched Sibyl leave, bells signalling her retreat. "Hmm... Do you suppose she didn't want pancakes?"

[THREAD CLOSED]