Whipping cream, cherries in heavy syrup, strawberries, even the remnants of a key lime pie, were all scattered around the kitchen.
"Ahem," Xavier coughed.
Oblivious, Rogue continued licking what appeared to be the contents of a squeeze bottle of chocolate sauce off the broad chest before her. Apparently, it served as quite an adequate barrier.
"Logan, you're paying for the fridge this time," Scott said. It'd be its third trip to the shop for excessive clawing.
"What are they doing?" The child's question finally broke through.
Looking around, they surveyed the carnage about them, then one ventured a guilty, "Uh...oops?"
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