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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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She didn't know how many people would eat but Mrs. Guthrie needed enough plates to put the food on plus some extras for whoever decided to join them at the table. Mugs for coffee or tea, glasses for juice-- Amara hadn't set up an elaborate table setting like this in forever. It was nice. Usually everyone ran downstairs at different times, grabbed whatever they could, and fled out the door to get to whatever they had to do. Already it was starting to feel homier.

"If there's anything you need, please ask me. Not that Sam, Jay or Paige won't have you taken care of," Amara quickly amended. No doubt Sam would make sure that his mother was happy here because if Momma wasn't happy, no one was happy.

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"Ah don't know about that. They've been in and out, savin' the world an' all," she sighed, rubbing the back of her aching neck. "Usually, it would just be me and the kids helping around an' then them when they came to visit from school. That is, until, you know certain things."

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Amara paused in her table setting at certain things but managed to brush it off and keep going. She had imagined it was hard for all parents of mutants-- some took it better than others-- but to have so many mutant children? It probably tripled the amount of worrying that a parent did. Mrs. Guthrie surely didn't have it easy.

"I think all three of them will be happier now that you're here," Amara starting putting down forks and knives. "There's no child that wouldn't want their mother around, even if they try to deny it."

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"Maybe, maybe not." She tried to busy her hands with tidying things up and checking the food left cooking. "Sometimes Ah wonder with them running off."

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Now that the table was set, Amara, too, started to help Mrs. Guthrie with cleaning up. She really wasn't very good at anything domestic and most of the time she never had to be but Mrs. Guthrie had gone out of her way to make breakfast so it was the least she could do.

"Children always want to leave home at a certain point. If they can make it on their own, that just proves you taught them well." And if anyone was a shining example of what a supportive parent should be like, it was Mrs. Guthrie.

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"Ah got a girl who tried runnin' away when she was only fifteen. That's the age they took Sammy an' then Paige an' then Joshua, Melody, Jebediah--well, this girl didn't go far. She got mixed in with the wrong crowd an' Ah can't help thinkin', 'What if mah other kids go that way too? Who's gonna stop 'em?' Ah know Ah gotta give them their space an' let them see the world, but a momma can't help worryin' 'bout her kids."

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Left with nothing to do, Amara went to make some coffee. Who didn't like something hot to drink in the morning? Especially when it was cold outside and Amara bitterly hated the cold.

"I imagine that's something all parents struggle with. I guess there's no way of knowing for sure but I think you can gauge how the others will turn out if you look at your oldest children. They're good people who do the right thing. Sam, especially, always takes it upon himself to take care of everyone else."

Understatement of the century-- Sam always felt responsible for everything.