Everyone has a secret [Grace]

[grace]

Grace looked at Jean, as she felt remorse for the fallen mutant comrade. It was odd though, because Grace felt no remorse for him. Maybe it was because she was much colder during that time. She was only getting used to this hectic mansion, but it was going better than expected. Something was out of place when she realized that Jean asked if she could be considered a friend. That was a new word to be heard by her, it wasn't really a word she had heard a lot. Grace seemed confused for a moment, it was almost as if she had to think if she was allowed to have friends.

After an awkward silence, Grace looked at Jean and simply followed her instincts that told her this person wasn't bad. "Sure, Jean I can consider you a friend, my first in this mansion too," she said with a soft laugh and smile. The female saw a sort of light away from the path of destruction that many mutants faced. Grace felt her stomach growl slightly and knew that it was one of those loud ones where people could hear. She smirked when she heard her stomach, "Hey Jean, are you hungry by any chance?" Grace wanted to show Jean her cooking skills. It was one of the only hobbies she was allowed to have as a mutant weapon. "I don't know what kind of food you like, but I can cook many different ethnic food," she suggested to the older female.

[phoenix]

Jean felt at ease when Grace had accepted her friendship, but could not help but wonder at her hesitation. The silence, although weird, but not uncomfortable left Jean able to think about the situation. Sometimes her analytic mind instinctively sorted out the information such as she was with Grace. The Asian had experience with her powers and knowledge of her physical limitation at a young age. Jean could not pinpoint the exact cause for her worry while sitting at the table with the younger girl, but staring off into space left the red-head with a headache for the jumbled thoughts. Jean felt out of place at the Institute after being away for so long, so to find a friend was a blessing she was thankful for.

“Yes, food sounds wonderful.” Jean replied before realizing the words that came out of her mouth. She did hear the loud grumble from Grace’s stomach, which had been the caused to pull Jean out from one of her trances. Jean never remembered being encouraged to cook, but has yet to try her talent out, so she was not sure if cooking was her forte or not. Living in the mansion, nearly living the life of a hermit, Jean had wondered what she life were before the incident that caused her to forget so many precious memories. Talking to Grace was a good distraction and the red-haired mutant was thankful when the young Korean girl offered to have a normal activity. “Hm, anything ethnic you say?” Jean asked, giving her answer some thought. “For some strange reason, Italian sounds nice. I can’t say my assistance will be any use, but I’m grateful for any instructions you can give me.”

[grace]

(OOC: I made a new thread in dining room, so we can make it an open thread and have other's join too if they want food hehe)