"To construct, one must first destroy," Brooke replied easily. She was well aware that she wielded her tongue as a bunker buster, blowing straight to the heart of the matter and obliterating everything without, but it was a necessary evil sometimes. Every group needed someone so blunt and honest, no?

"I wasn't serious about Typhoid Mary," she added. "He'd become a hermit, and that's really only acceptable for crabs." Brooke looked down and gently toyed with the single bangle she was wearing. "Oh god. You're not suggesting a good old-fashioned X-Men baseball game, are you? Because I've seen pictures of A League of Their Own and those dresses were not flattering."