nextgenerationmarvel | Text To Brooke (And Subsequent Thread)

"Yes, I understand your point," Brooke said with an arched eyebrow. "I shouldn't go about terrorizing the students and the faculty the way I do. I honestly don't mean to, though. They just...leave so many doors open for me to step in and wield my superiority over them. How can one pass up an opportunity like that?"

In the next instant, she waved it off. "But tell be about Spain. Having recently discovered that I'm of Spanish descent myself, I have to admit, I'm curious. Manuel - it's still weird thinking about calling him Dad or Daddy or Father - took me to England over the winter, but he never took me to Spain."

"Consider it an opportunity to network in the mutant community, if nothing else. It's not like you need to actually like any of them, but alienating mutants is never really wise ..." But Stephanie was happy enough to be diverted from a potentially awkward conversation, for now. Especially with wine being poured.

"You feel a very old and blended history when you're in Spain. You see Roman, Moorish and Baroque buildings resting next to modern office blocks. People keep rather odd hours often- dinner is very late and clubbing literally takes you to dawn. The landscape's beautiful in a slightly austere way."

"I lived there most of my life, but to be honest, it feels foreign now. I've become very used to New York." She laughed slightly and raised her glass in a toast.

"To good friends, worth their weight in diamonds."

Brooke raised her own and then took a nice, demure, lady-like sip of her wine, savouring the burst of berry flavours on her tongue.

She smiled a little like the cat who got a taste of the canary and leaned back in her seat.

"I've heard of that happening to people, how they return home, and it doesn't feel like home anymore," she said. "It's funny, my whole life, I was raised to believe that I was this Fifth Avenue WASP, but it turns out...I'm Spanish. Partially. That changes your perspective on some things."

"I would imagine so. I was always aware, vaguely, my father wasn't a Spaniard like the rest of my ... family were, but it was something I never really had to consider until I came here." She took a long sip of her wine. "You know, technically, we could be considered as Hispanic. Both of us." She laughed. "At least half, anyway."

She looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed the maitre'd trying to subtly watch them, as if sizing them up.

"... I wonder if he's trying to figure out if we get offered the secret menu or not."

"I know," Brooke winced, thinking about all the times she'd talked down to some of the the household help, in less than racially sensitive ways.

"All we have is the drinks menu," Brooke said, shuffling through the things on the table. She looked at him and gave him her best smile. Yes, it said. Come help us.

It didn't take too long before the maitre'd came over to them, putting on his best diplomatic style, with the regular menus. And a knowing look in his eyes.

"We also have our exclusive tasting course, left up to the discretion of our chef." His smile turned slightly wry. "For the adventurous diner, of course."

Stephanie raised her eyebrow and looked towards Brooke for a moment, guaging her response.

"If you can't take an adventurous trip around the world at the moment, might as well have adventure come to your dining table, don't you think?" Brooke asked Stephanie.

She looked up at the maitre'd and nodded her head. "The exclusive tasting course will suit us just fine, thank you."

Stephanie nodded, grinning. "I suppose we'll find out what all the fuss is about soon, won't we? For all we know, they could be serving us koala steaks." It was a joke, of course. She was pretty sure that there wouldn't, in fact, be koalas on the menu.

"Soon, though, we should go somewhere nice together. Much as I enjoy New York, its winter climate is hardly congenial to me." She liked warmth and sun, and New York in March simply didn't provide enough of it.

Brooke blinked and looked up at the maitre d'. "If it ends up being a koala steak, rest assured that I will drown you in gallons and gallons of eucalyptus oil. FYI, okay?"

Dismissing him with the wave of her hand, she turned back to Stephanie and said, "Someplace warm and sunny, with lots of red wine and handsome men? Yes please, a thousand times over. Just nowhere too touristy. I get enough of fanny packed Americans here in the city. I don't need it when I grow abroad."

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