"Oh, well he sounds like a little miracle worker after all!" He smiled kindly to the larger albino snake, wondering what it must feel like to have a creature like that along for the ride.

As she confirmed that they were a part of her in more ways that phyiscal, he was immediately fascinated. "Wow! So you share a sort of... unconscious communication with them? That's pretty cool!"

When she started talking theories on the creation and evolution of mutants in response to his ramblings, he... well. He sort of gave her a wide eyed look, that turned into emphatic response. "I mean, it's a viable theory, but it doesn't explain those odd branches of mutation in families that DO show similarities, or those families that all seem to have the same mutation." He was, in his mind, obviously talking about the speedster family in oregon... three generations of people who could run near the speed of sound.

"For me? I think it's a bit of both, right? Sometimes it's direct genetics, but often it's some sort of variant, and less often it's something new altogether. All I really know is that it's all so amazing!" He paused for a moment as Megan walked in, and smiled. "Hey Megan!" 

A quick glance to the clock told him it was about time for her to eat. Raw meat. He'd quickly realized that something about her mutation required it. It was strange, but he was always quick to adapt to such things. "Have you met Andrea? Andrea, this is Megan, as student here like myself. Megan, this is Andrea, she's staying in one of the guest room for a while... Oh, But... you probably already knew that, huh?"

She... always knew things.

Andrea. That was the name she couldn't remember. "Good to meet you, Andrea." There was a spark of recognition in the Green woman's face, which led Megan to believe she'd recognized her as well. Kind of, at least.

"I haven't met her formally, not this time around at least." A small secretive smile adorned her dark painted lips as she dug out the calcium supplement she would need and set about putting it on the counter beside her cup.

"I was aware of her entrance, but nothing really captured my attention so I didn't linger for long."[/color] The dark-haired teen cast a glance over one shoulder at Xavier as she moved back to the fridge for the tub of mixed, mushed organs that would complete her smoothly. "In fact, I was much more interested in watching a Tall Trainee who should know better sprinting full speed through the school halls... which I should remind you is against the rules~"

She moved back to the blender to turn it off and remove the glass portion from the base. It was easy to hand mix everything from there on, once she added a bit of warm water.
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The Greek, for lack of better words, was struck mute by who had just walked in through the door. She was younger, yes, and the face was off a bit from when she had last seen her, but that was definitely Megan! The woman Saph had been crime fighting with on the side apparently, the one who had been in that terrible dream with him... the very same one who had tracked her down when Saph had been shot to make sure he pulled through.

The smile that graced her face, once the confusion wore off, was genuine and full of memories. "It is good to meet you again, too, Megan. You were much older the last time we talked."

The teen giggled, which was a first for Andy to hear. "I've been getting that a lot, lately."

She was curious about the... erm... diet that Megan apparently had going on. She hadn't been the most open with her personal life when she had been older, so Andrea few very little about her aside from what she had gleaned from one or two interactions.

The Greek chuckled at Xavier getting scolded and turned her attention back to the previous conversation. "I agree that not every aspect of my theory makes sense. I suppose that is the fun of theories though, is it not? They constantly evolve the more one learns about the subject. Direct lineage lines with carbon copy power sets are very fascinating indeed. If I am correct they are fairly rare, are they not?" She could count the number of examples she knew of with the familial passing of power traits from generation to generation, and the number of written thesis on the matter were few and far between as well. In general researching powers was frowned upon since there was still such a stigma attached to even having the X-gene itself, and very few people wanted to be treated like guinea pigs

Xavier, of course, totally missed any recognition between the two as he introduced them. The plot thickened, as Megan she hadn't met Andrea this time around. Oh! She knew her before she was deaged, maybe? Interesting!

"How did you know Megan?" Was it rude to ask? He watched in mild fascination as the enigmatic goth explained that she had known Adrea was here... but then he turned red when she mentioned him breaking school rules. He looked down, poking his index fingers against each other in shame as she turned on the blender.

He'd been so excited! How could she blame him!? It was a chance to help someone, after all. Still, she was right. He was ashamed. It was the duty of a prospective X-Men team member to be the example. Even the smallest rule was important. They couldn't have everyone just sprinting about willy nilly.

He perked up when the greek pulled him back into the conversation. "Oh, yeah, they're super rare. Still, it is a thing. What are the odds that, if it were random draw, that a whole family would draw the same of... potentially countless lots? Still, they haven't been able to pin down what in that gene makes any mutation different from any other one. Some say nurture might be involved as much as nature." He was having fun. The people in the comic shop were energetic, but they never wanted to talk about this stuff. They wanted to talk about heroes.

"We met a few times when I was still living here, years ago. As I recall The Megan I knew was a friend of one of the X-men here, Gawain/Maya."

The spider mutant hummed a quiet affirmative before the blender started up again. Andrea wisely didn't elaborate anymore. Instead, she laughed at how adorably shamed the Blonde male was for his apparent transgression.

"Very low," she added in regards to the odds of something so rare happening, "but not entirely impossible. I'm not great at statistics, but I'm sure someone somewhere is whittling away at an answer as we speak."

The blender clicked off and she unplugged it. "Perhaps," She turned and leaned against the counter while stirring the calcium powder into her now full cup. "it depends on the genetic diversity of the subject? Maybe similarity in Mutation comes from correlation with how similar the genetic structure of the family line is. The more diverse the genes, the more dissimilar the power is to the rest of the family?"

She plopped her straw in and took a sip. Considering how it looked, it sure tasted a lot better. To her, at least.

The Greek looked... surprised? Why surprised? Had she been such a dolt in her adult years that having an opinion like that was surprising??

"Families can certainly be more or less diverse genetically than others. I suppose having a very well mixed bloodline could theoretically have an impact on what kind of mutation forms." Andrea responded, tapping a few fingers on her chin in thought.

This... Was a fascinating discussion. Xavier's eyes widened as Megan chimed in, and he looked her way. She was... so quiet in class, and she had Elke do her math homework. Where was this coming from?!

He nodded in response. "That sounds reasonable. Maybe the X- Gene is informed by the other genes in the body? Like Andrea said, someone's working it all out somewhere..."

He sat for a moment, nodding again. "Though I suppose, it may be its own range of natural variation. I am like my father, but I am taller. My mother was shorter, so I didn't get my height from her. My parents genes only set the range for me to grow in, not my exact height. Instead, I'm about as tall as my grandfather was." Maybe anyone in a family had a chance of being like their parents in mutation, or variating from it as well.

She swirled her straw around a bit in her cup. "None of the other known mutations in my family line are like mine. I get my looks from my grandmother mostly, but the rest of my family members at least share similarities in hair color, height, and base weight."

As far as she knew her mutation was the only example of one to actively turn on its host in that it had, at some stage, altered her to the point that her basic physiology had shifted.

"There is also the possibility that while each X gene might be the same they each react differently to the specific chemical makeup of the body they inhabit. Mine, for example, seems to be evolving in such a way that it is actively altering my physical state, Genes... DNA... whathaveyou, with each random growth. Like each gene within each individual is the same base campfire, but external components can lead the fire to go in a variety of different ways?"

She found a small chunk of bone and crunched away at it while watching the two other people in the room.

"oooh.... like growth spurts!"

She bounced excitedly in her seat. "I have often wondered if each addition to my mutation...um... set? The mutation set was due to individual separate changes, or if there is some sort of end goal that my body is gradually working up to. Random additions to a base that are all rarely similar to each other, or an overall theme that has a slow metamorphosis?"

She frowned slightly. She certainly hoped she was done sprouting more facets of her mutation!

"Really, the possibilities are endless I suppose. We could probably come up with hundreds of possibilities for what the answer to the riddle is."

"Huh... So, maybe not... but then again, we are a small sample size." He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head as she stared at the ceiling in thought.

Oh, that was right, they both had aspect mutations, didn't they. Megan's had to do with spiders, and Andrea... Well... She was Medusa, oddly enough. As they spoke further, he chimed in, interested. "So, neither of you started with your mutation the way it is now?"

There was record of... powergrowths, they were sometimes called. Heroes in the comics would always have one during dramatic moments to overcome overwhelming odds. He wondered if he himself would ever have one...

"That's interesting... I wonder if, when a power grows or changes, is that defined by their DNA, and preset, or does it change based on their situation?" Like... if you suddenly sprouted wings when you were a healer, were you always meant to have wings?

The Greek smiled slightly. "I was born with some physical mutations, but the snakes, the eyes, the healing ability, and the venom developed incrementally over many years. I can't say for sure if anything necessarily spurred them on... Stress was a common factor, but I had a fairly boring homelife until I immigrated here."

She got up, picked up her plate, and set about busying herself putting stuff away and getting dishes collected. It would be a waste for such food to get sit out too long!

"When I was this age before, the first time, I hadn't developed any such powers yet. I thought I was human like the rest of my family." ... What a wonderful surprise that had been.

"From what I have gathered from asking around after my power originally developed other aspects of it gradually popped up as well. Though in my case at least, I am inclined to believe it is only a worsening of my condition that I am noticing, and perhaps aspects of my power that I hadn't previously been aware of being discovered."

She slurped up some of her... shake, and licked the blood off her lips after. "It could be different for each person... I'm sure some mutations out there must be flexible in the sense that if you pushed them in one direction vs another they might end up adapting to it in a way the feels like a 'growth'."

Her eerie gaze landed on Xavier, "For example... your base mutation seems pretty clear cut upon first look, but I'm sure there are tons of ways you could apply it that might one day feel like a breakthrough into something else."

A small smile formed, "I would recommend attempting to curb your habit of ending up in the buff if you do try to push your boundaries, maybe all else."

Andrea, despite herself, tripped over her own feet at the very notion that the kind young man routinely somehow ended up naked.

He listened with some interest at both of their explanations of their powers, and the history behind them. "Wow! I've still had my powers less than a year, so I can't say I have much to say about it."

He suddenly felt eyes on him, and looked to Megan as she explained another concept. Finding new uses for your own power, in a way that felt like a growth of a sort. He wondered what he could do if he tried... He had some ideas he wanted to test before too long... His thought was interrupted, however, at mention of his habit to end up... less clothed.

He coughed a bit, and looked about shyly. "Uhm... It was just those... couple times..." Hearing Andrea trip, he looked over. "Oh! Are you okay? Don't, uh.... mind her. She's just messing with me, because... Sometimes my power blows my clothes off... I'm working on it." He looked down at the mention of the clothes thing, and then up again, as if he couldn't look her in the eyes and mention he'd been naked before.

Andrea laughed to try and cover her fumbled and ended up over by the sink, "I am fine!"

Thankfully she was at least turned away so that the faint darkening of her cheeks couldn't be seen. "Always a clumsy one, that is me. I wouldn't worry about your problem too much, Xavier, as I have said I have had my own embarrassing troubles with my power over the years. I'm sure you will learn a way to curb the habit in time if that is what you choose."

She made quick work of the plates and silverware they had used and moved on to trying to put away the rest of the food into an already packed fridge. "Only a year? I am very excited to eventually see what it is that you can do then! Already on the training team in such a short amount of time! Why I've had my powers for years and only recently have I really started actually doing anything worthwhile with them."

Megan found herself smirking at the male while she picked at her meal. He was pretty easy to goal since he was rightfully too nice for his own good. But... maybe she picked on him a bit too often. She didn't fully believe his goody goody act all the time. Humans were flawed things and it was often nearly impossible to be good and kind all the time.

"... I was testing out scaling walls last week and got stuck on my own ceiling for about three hours, so... yes, everybody has embarrassing power gaffs sometimes."

Her suspicions didn't mean she had to be mean though, now did it?

"Besides! You have gained almost a cult following for occasionally flashing people in the city. Were you aware that girls around here trade snippets of pictures from online where you were caught less than fully dressed? You're like the newest card collection game."

... Being nice was hard and she was trying, okay?!