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"Yes, you are. I'm afraid I am not flawless today, but you understand a girl can't be glam with goo all over her stomach, right?" Indeed, she had gone without cosmetics, and her bright hair was piled on top of her head in their natural, riotous curls instead of being straightened. But miss plant girl could pull off the messy look and still look fabulous, and it was kind of sickening. Hell, she was scrubbing it that day, but her belly was starting to get in the way of her wearing her normal clothes already. Thanks, twins.

"You do what you gotta do, Derek. I say you go for who you t'ink will be best for you. Personally, Devon would not be my first choice if he was a choice for me. He is prettier t'an I am, and t'at just wouldn't do," she was joking, obviously, though dude was pretty effing pretty.

She knew that Kendra was joking, but the comment about the frogs made her face turn a little gray. "I am lucky that I am a vegetarian, so I have a legit reason to say 'no' if I am ever asked if I want some damn frog legs. Be lucky I didn't make you come into class today. You probably wouldn't have made t'at joke." She grinned, nevertheless as she pointed that out.

She leaned into the cushion of the car as they made their way to food. By the time they made it to the restaurant, she had recovered from the frog joke as well as the nausea from the frogs themselves. Hopefully another joke about those would be kept silent, it would be a long time before she could even look at a dead frog. Thank god that she wouldn't have to for another semester.

After they were in the restaurant, she realized she was extremely hungry, and her belly gave a loud, opinionated growl as if to say, "Feed me." Soon, belly, soon. She was sure it was the baby causing this bi-polar mood of her stomach. Her mouth watered at all of the smells surrounding them.

"I just... Ugh..." But she didn't argue any further with what Kendra said. Yeah, she was right. She was very much right at that point. How could she not be? Neither of them asked for some jerks to drug them that night, and Kendra had a gift that could get her out of it. Xavia was grateful for their friendship, that much was for certain.

Kendra hugged her and she hugged back. She felt a bond with her that she couldn't get with her other besties. Sorry, Derek, but Kendra was there first, and she had been there when the bad had happened. Mind you, Xavia loved Derek to pieces. Hell, she was starting to consider both Kendra and Derek her sister and brother the way she felt. She pulled back from the tearful hug and gave a kiss to her friend's forehead.

And then she laughed when lunch was offered. "As long as it isn't frogs, I am peachy keen." It was hard to let someone else buy for her when she was able to pay for her own food and then some, but people were insisting more and more, and she finally gave in to those who did, so she did not argue with Kendra buying.

"I could go for a giant bowl of hummus and pita chips, I won't lie." It was not a secret that she was a vegetarian, everyone either figured this out about her or she told. Hopefully Kendra already knew.

She grabbed up her underwear, slipped them on, and then shrugged as she grabbed his shirt from the night before. She inhaled his scent as she pulled the thing over her head and went to the kitchen... In his shirt... And started to poke around in the cupboards to pull dishes out. Soon, an aroma filled the air, and it smelled delicious, and a tune would also fill the air. "Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver... Holy hands, oh they make me a sinner... Like a river... Like a river... Shut your mouth and run me like a river..." She was belting it out, but not so loud that the neighbors would complain. Not that they had anything to complain about, the lady could sing. It was no wonder they signed her to a contract.

This was not a typical morning for her, but she was in a fantastic mood, padding about in his kitchen without a care in the world. Hopefully, he wouldn't freak out at her for wearing his shirt and helping herself to cooking breakfast, but she was starving, and she was an okay cook, so he probably wouldn't mind the healthy breakfast. Let's just assume that he had the stuff to make some sauteed veggies, eggs for him but not for her, and some toast for both. If he didn't have the veggies, he would probably not want to ask how she got them, for it tended to weird people out. Hey, her tomatoes were safe to eat, damn it.

She continued to sing, set the plates on the counter and started to pour some coffee, careful not to spill on herself. She would have to content herself with not drinking the delicious smelling brew, since... well.. Caffeine... but god, did it smell good. Hopefully, he would take the cue and investigate. Knowing him, though, he probably would.

Indeed, she was fast asleep. The night before had been something for the books, that was the truth. She was still in a super peaceful and warm state, laying there as she was, no shame. She slowly opened her eyes to see Artair peering at her, cracking a joke as he usually did. "Hi..." she said softly, her eyes half closed for another reason other than the long night of... what could only be described as "spectacular" in her mind. She gave a sleepy smile and rubbed at her face. Man, she felt so rested for the first time in months. It was nice.

She rolled onto her back, reluctantly breaking the contact between them, oddly not feeling the nausea she normally felt around this time. Maybe it would come later, but right now, she was feeling really nice. "I t'ink I had a run in wit' a strong Scotsman last night who drove me insane." she countered with a half joke of her own, and she took a deep breath.

Unaware of his inner turmoil, she rolled to face him now, tangled in his blanket as she was, and she watched him with a serious expression on her face. She touched his arm, then sighed in a contented way. She didn't even want to read into what happened as more than just... consensual adult fun. Hell, she didn't know what was going to happen... But she, for one, did not regret the night at all... In fact, it had been needed more than she thought it had. And she decided to lay some things out on the table, in true Xavia fashion...

"Artair, last night was really lovely and I honestly do not know what will happen in t'e future, but I have no regrets. I hope you don't eit'er... It was spectacular. But don't worry t'at I want you to tell me you love me already, because t'at would be asking a lot." She smiled with her sincerity, adding, "And might be a bit much. I just want you to enjoy, t'at is all." With that, she rolled and sat up to stretch... He would see her toned back with the faint road map of scars, and the two little dimples at the lower end, before she, unabashed, got up and padded to his bathroom without bothering to grab for her clothes yet.

She was busy grading the tomato plants for their final grade. All of them looked well tended, they all had fat tomatoes on them, and they smelled nice and fragrant... But the smell, which usually gave Xavia pleasure, was not helping the overstimulated sense of smell she had going on right now. She was about to go check on the rabbit and the guinea pig at the front of the greenhouse when there was an odd feeling passing through her. She had not yet encountered someone who shared her kind of gift. And then a greeting was called out. Xavia turned and gazed in some confusion at the young lady who seemed to affect the plants close to her, and her brows shot up.

"Yes?" asked the older mutant in blatant curiosity. She moved to approach the young lady in question, head canted to the side, "May I help you?"

She waited for an answer from the girl who looked like she was nervous. Xavia kind of sympathized with her, for she had been nervous when she was younger, and it hadn't made transitioning from normal to gifted easy at all. She wondered what the girl had to be nervous about... Xavia was most certainly not intimidating, for she was much too short and cute to be. Was it the sheer size of the greenhouse? It was kind of big, but there were many plants to accommodate.