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WHO: Lucinda Guthrie, X-Men faculty, students, and visitors.
WHERE: Kitchen & dining room.
WHEN: Early morning.
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SUMMARY: Mrs. Guthrie has been offered a room and use of facilities in the Xavier Institute. She's been sending her kids here for years, but this is the first time she's actually lived under their roof. She decides, clearly, she should introduce herself with a hearty Southern breakfast.
FORMAT: Anything.

She had been here for something like two nights which was long enough to convince her that maybe this wasn't a cruel dream or hallucination. Joshua felt real. Samuel felt real. Paige felt real. Her three oldest were here and relatively safe and alive. Most of the X-Men she heard about were here too which was mildly comforting. Though Lucinda would be lying if she didn't miss her younger children. Everyone was reassuring her they were safe back home and that dulled down her worries a tad, but it didn't stop the heartache at missing taking care and seeing her babies everyday.

She woke up early unable to fall back asleep. The bed was new and foreign to her. The clothes were strange. Her whole environment was another world entirely to her. Lucinda sighed and pulled a bathrobe tightly around her body. She pulled on some slippers and tip toed down the stairs as to not to disturb the heightened senses of some of the housemates. She found the kitchen after a little difficulty and began searching the fridge and cub boards for pans, eggs, bacon, toast, butter--the works.

If anything, she could at least surprise everyone with breakfast and make it feel a little bit more like Kentucky.

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Maggie had fallen asleep in the library again (technically it was her job to take care of the books, not read all of them, but that sort of just kept happening...), and as she stepped out to wander blearily about the campus to wake herself up, she... smelled something.

Something good.

She was a staff member and student here... she was pretty sure that meant she was allowed to partake of the group meals, so she headed toward the yummy smells and found herself standing in the door of the kitchen where Mrs. Guthrie was at work. Helpful instincts took over and after softly clearing her voice to make sure she did not entirely startle the woman, she spoke. "Can I help?"

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She was expecting folks to start popping in when the eggs began to spurt and the bacon was sizzling. The aroma in the air was familiar and filled her nostrils with sweet sensations. She smiled, humming an old Willie Nelson tune when a sweet woman came in asking to help.

Without missing a beat, Lucinda ordered, "Can you put some toast in the toaster an' see if we have any potatoes?"

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She nodded, very glad to be of service, and sought out the bread and subsequently the toaster.

With slightly less enthusiasm (not that it was really possible to tell with Maggie) she checked cool dry storage for potatoes, but she reminded herself that whoever this lady was, she was unlikely to leave them half-peeled and half-cooked like her little sister had a habit of doing.

"Wow," she said as she pulled out a sack of potatoes, looking at the eggs and bacon cooking. "A real American breakfast." There was that little hint of an accent to Maggie's voice ((American dub voice notwithstanding)) that suggested she herself was not American.

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Lucinda was not one to discriminate. Samuel had brought home enough foreign girlfriends for her and she knew Joshua had a mighty fancy for Sooraya. Still, she smiled proudly at real American breakfast. They couldn't beat her anywhere else.

"At least a part of America," she smiled warmly. "Oh good, they've got 'em here. Time to peel now."

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"Oh? What part?" Maggie started looking for a good sharp paring knife.

It occurred to her that she probably forgot something as part of their conversation. "Oh. I'm Maggie, by the way."

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"A little slice of Heaven in Kentucky." She left what she was doing to go through the drawers for a proper peeler. Unfortunately, there was none. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "Ah promise by the end of this week, we're gonna have a darn good potato peeler. Ah don't want to know where this house was goin' before Ah got here."

She closed the drawers and got back to looking after the eggs and bacon. "Ah'm Lucinda, but you can call me Mrs. Guthrie if you like. Is Maggie short for Margaret? That's a sweet name. If Ah had another girl before my Tommy passed, Ah'd consider it."

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Maggie peeled the potatoes with her knife with relative ease, though of course a peeler would have been much nicer. "I understand this is a relatively new facility," she said by way of trying to explain why it might be down a few supplies.

"Ah... no, it's just Maggie. But I like the name Margaret too." Her eyes flicker with sadness at the sound of her son dying. "You have a daughter? What's her name?"