While Kaitlyn fetched a shirt, Amelia waited. It didn't take too long. The pink student wandered off, interest waning. It was just her and Doc Prof.

"So." She glanced Doc Prof's way. Silence reigned until she took an ice pick to it. "How's Gawain?"

The ice pick shattered. Silence reigned again. Doc Prof let it break for a second with two words, "No comment." Then quickly, he repaired it again.

"Hrm..." Amelia frowned, crossing her arms. Doc Prof looked away, face set and surly. He didn't say a word.

Kaitlyn reappeared. "Nice shirt." Amelia stated as fact. A much better topic than a staring match with Doc Prof.

Kaitlyn looked down at the shirt, then back up at Ami, and smiled. “Thanks! It’s the X-gene.” Technically, it wasn’t, but she didn’t feel like parroting off Mars’ laborious, in-depth explanation of what that code actually was. “I’d like to keep wearing it, if that’s cool.” Smirk. Better to laugh it off than stay mad.

Once again, she glanced around at the destruction she'd wrought. That got rid of her smirk pretty quickly.

“So, uh, ice cream?”

Keep wearing it, huh? The right corner of her mouth turned up in a small smirk. "That's fine," she said wryly.

Kaitlyn glanced around at all the broken things, then promptly changed the subject back to ice cream. The smirk she'd donned had vanished.

"Kitchen," Amelia replied authoritatively. Stepping away from Doc Prof, she moved to lead, hands lacing behind her head. She stepped past Kaitlyn, and through a door. She kept a pace Kaitlyn could easily follow, and before they knew it, she was rummaging through the freezer for ice cream.

Apparently, whoever kept the mansion kitchen stocked did a good job. There was a selection. "Ice cream sandwiches, Neapolitan, orange and cherry popsicles, chocolate ice cream, chocolate ice cream bar, with nuts." There was other frozen food, too. Meat pies, chicken, and that sort of thing. "It's a wonder all of this fit," she noted quietly. She cast a glance back the redhead's way. "So. What can I get ya'? I'm thinking Polar Bear sandwich, myself." The Polar Bear on the ice cream sandwich strode purposefully across the package like he owned it. He looked proud. Quieter, and more to herself, she added "Chocolate isn't a bad choice, either..."

The redhead tried to look around Amelia, into the freezer. “No pistachio?” Upon further inspection, this was the lame type of Neapolitan, with vanilla instead of pistachio ice cream. Kaitlyn was pretty sure that substituting pistachio ice cream with anything was against the Geneva convention.

She shouldn’t have sounded so disappointed. Free ice cream was free ice cream; complaining about not getting her favorite kind would be ungrateful. But still. The guy who decided to substitute in vanilla for pistachio should also decide to substitute in carbon monoxide for his oxygen, because he was basically the worst.

“Eh, ice cream sandwiches are okay.” Free ice cream. No more looking gift-horses in the mouth. There would be plenty of time for looking in mouths once she showed up at the dentist’s office, her teeth destroyed by all this sugar.

Kaitlyn tried to think up some small talk. Wasn’t Ami also Maya’s girlfriend? Maya was one of the X-Men, which was a kinda sexist title now that she thought of it. You can be a female X-Man, but you’re still an X-Man and not an X-Woman. “So, uh… how’s your girlfriend doing? If you’re still a thing with her, I mean.” There weren’t a lot of girlfriend-girlfriend things going on in the open at Xaviers’; it made Kaitlyn feel less alone, at least, knowing there were others.

Maya was the girl with the mirror-jumping powers, right?

Amelia turned back from the fridge towards Kaitlyn and made a face. "I don't," she replied. "He's fine, I guess. I dumped him. For a lot of reasons." Her focus returned to the ice cream hunt as she turned away from Kaitlyn. None I want to get into currently, she thought. It was a good thing she was facing the fridge. Because she probably would have betrayed how annoyed that had made her if Kaitlyn had seen her face. Unless she did see it. It wasn't like there were brick walls.

"So, ice cream sandwiches, then..." She trailed, hauling out the box. She pulled away from the fridge and turned. Took a few steps. Then, she set it on the kitchen table. Her fingers found the flaps and did some quick work of tearing them and extricating a sandwich from the cardboard tomb. She set one down for Kaitlyn, and took one for herself.

Erm.

“He?” Kaitlyn started unwrapping her sandwich. “I thought Maya was a girl? Unless that… changed.” That could definitely be one of the reasons for the dumping. Now it was going to get even harder to tell Maya apart from her twin brother.

She took a tentative bite of her ice cream. Either way, it was a little sad to hear that they weren’t a thing anymore. Not that it was any of her business. She just liked the idea of there more than one two-girl-relationship-thing at the school. Aside from hers.

Amelia glanced Kaitlyn's way, eyebrow arching in mild confusion that quickly melted into understanding. Ah. "I guess he doesn't really go about advertising the fact that he changes genders every night. Makes sense. That might confuse, and or bug some less understanding people." She blabbed. Hey, it was his secret, but he hadn't really kept truthful and honest with her, now had he? Or done anything she'd asked. It wasn't spite. Nope. Just small talk. And Kaitlyn had asked.

The wrapping came off her ice cream sandwich, to be crumpled up into a ball and set on the table. She took a bite and chewed it over, letting Kaitlyn swallow what she'd just said. It took some people a while to digest stuff like that.