Em didn't notice John's eyeroll. She was too busy trying to wrap her brain around the easy sweetheart, baby, and honey peppering their interactions. Bobby and Pyro each had a habit of using nicknames for each other and other people - in Pyro's case, usually those who didn't have or like mutant names - but nothing like these endearments. She shook her head, putting that aside, and trying to take John and Bobby as themselves, not the people she'd known and loved at home.
"I spent two years in a village that had been turned into a mutant sanctuary, with new refugees coming in all the time. It's not really about how many mutants I know or am in contact with. It's... the way of life that's so different. If that makes sense."
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Date: 2016-01-01 12:40 am (UTC)"I spent two years in a village that had been turned into a mutant sanctuary, with new refugees coming in all the time. It's not really about how many mutants I know or am in contact with. It's... the way of life that's so different. If that makes sense."