"Yeah," John told him, keeping his words to a minimum where the whole reborn Professor Xavier was concerned. "And Kitty left me a message on Facebook to not fuck up. I didn't bother asking Ms Munroe." With yes, the clear implication that John had been in contact with both of them for quite some while. "I thought you might know some more, even if you're not...on the roster, these days. Thanks anyway."

"Oh." He'd forgotten, and gestured over his shoulder: "there's stairs back there between the laundry and the kitchen but they go up near my bedroom so they're kinda my personal stairs."

John gestured at the door to their left, and then turned left - opening another door a short way along the hallway to reveal that the room was a long L-shape, stacked with bookshelves and a few little tables for reading on, as well as the window seat that could be glimpsed from the street. "Parlour, or sitting room...or something British. I need to watch more Downton Abbey," John admitted. On their right was the kitchen: recently renovated with all the modern conveniences, including a big stove, refridgerator, and lots of cupboard space. It also had a counter in the middle, just for food prep, and John made just a little bit of a show of all the fancy cookware and the like neatly shelved underneath.