NYC - Queens - Pym Townhouse

Early evening in the city, and a man is climbing out of a taxi with two rather large looking bags. He thanks the cab driver and tips the man, then shuts the door, whistling. The Cajun's face is still purpling nicely, and he keeps his eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. He looks at the number of the townhouse to confirm it is the right one, then he heads up the stairs, ringing the doorbell carefully.

It was indeed the correct townhouse. There was a small form moving about in the kitchen, wearing a black frilly apron over a black corset top, and black leather skirt that was mid thigh, but with cuts up both sides a bit to help in ease of movement. The little weapon's hair was done up into a bun, with hair sticks and a modest comb helping to keep it up. She was barefoot though, as she was inside a home. As the doorbell rang, Laura was fishing a few items out of a deep fryer, and she sets them onto a rack to let them dip off. "A moment please!" Is called out loudly, but tonelessly. A small hand now reaches to the over handle, and checks sometime inside it, before turning the over off. Small bare feet pad silently toward the front door, before it slowly opens, and bright green eyes find Remy standing there. "Welcome, Remy LeBeau. Please, come inside." The girl moves backwards, to allow the other entrance into the modest but modern townhouse.

Remy LeBeau flashes her his brilliant smile as she opens the door and greets him. "Bon soir memselle Laura, t'ank ye fer having me," he states, carrying the bags inside. "One of dese is gunna need a pot so I can heat it up some, also brought a cd of some local Cajun music from m'home if y'really want de atmosphere," he offers with a smile, looking around the townhouse a little. "Nice place y'got here."

"I shall get you the pot need. Will it need to be large, or small?" Laura asks as she closes the door behind Remy, and quietly locks it. Living in the city taught the teen not to trust the outside people and to do things like this. "The kitchen is this way, and I could get a cd player I recently purchased for the music in just a moment. This place is not mine. My house mate owns it, but he was more then generous to offer me to stay here when we met. He is a good friend. I thought perhaps you would make items that would be considered a main dish, so I had decided to make an appetizer, as well as desert. I hope that I had planned things out well. How is your face feeling?" Laura makes her way into the kitchen, and moves to look at a lower cabinet for the pot being requested.

Remy LeBeau chuckles at the chatty one. "Large, and a small actually. Get de cd player when y'can, and an appetizer and a dessert should be jest fine," he offers. As he follows her into the kitchen he pulls out several Tupperware containers, setting them on the counter. "M'face is feeling a'ight, still a little sore." A few utensils follow suit, before he's flashing her another smile, removing his sunglasses and his trench coat. "Der a place I can put dese dat dey'd be out of de way?" he asks.

Laura nods her head, and her hands reach to take up the pots asked for. She then stands, and moves to set them onto the stove top. "Any large utensils for cutting and stirring are located in the drawer to the right of the stove. I can place your items in my room as I go to get my cd player. I assure you that my room is clean. I had just changed the bedding four hours ago." The young woman now stands, and her hands moves out to take the glasses and jacket if given. "I am glad you are beginning to feel better. That looked like a very bad bruise."

Remy LeBeau chuckles as he hands her his jacket and glasses. "Ye don't need t'be so formal memselle. Not worried about how clean yer room is." But then he's filling the smaller pot with water, adding salt, and soon it is on a burner heating up. The Cajun is then removing the lids from the Tupperware and pouring the containers into the larger pot. Heat is turned on for that as well. A box of instant rice then comes out of the bag, and Remy is whistling to himself as he organizes things, taking the large spoon he brought on his own, and stirring the contents of the one pot, looking to see if the water in the other is boiling. Once she's back he says, "I prepared it last night. Gumbo always tastes better de second day, but I can explain it t'ya if ye'd like," he offers with that smile. Then a frown. "Jest so y'know. Some guy was asking me about ya. Told him I didn't know ya and he called me a liar, but I didn't say anything."

Laura smiles softly. "This is actually the way I am. I was not trained to be rude, and I do not see the point of trying to be rude either. I've also been told that my manner of speaking is very clinical. I need to find a way to change that, but I have not found a manner that is acceptable to me. Television often uses too much slang, and though I understand it, I do not wish to use it." The little weapon heads upstairs, and into her room to deposit the jacket and such onto her bed, before heading back down, and hearing Remy explaining gumbo. "I would like it explained, yes. If I wanted to duplicate the recipe, I'd need to know how." Even as the girl is speaking this, the girl's nose is sniffing toward the larger pot, trying to identify items that way.

         Of course, as it was mentioned someone was asking about his association with her, there is a low rumble of a growl in the girl's throat. "It wasn't a large strong man with long blonde hair and possible aggression issues, was it?" Those green eyes, for the briefest of moments, shows fear.

Remy LeBeau keeps stirring, and pulls out another piece of paper from the bag. "Here's de ingredients," he says with a smile. "Figured ye'd want it." He shakes his head at her question. "No, guy about dis tall, dark hair, real attitude problem. Tried t'rough m'up," he says, motioning with his hand to a shorter man, close to Logan's height. "Rode a nice bike though," he says. "Got real aggressive real quick." Remy gives a bit of a shrug. He then starts explaining how he mixed the ingredients, and the few on the list she can change the amount of based on taste.

It seems this response relaxes the raven haired youth quickly. "Daifu." She explains with a soft smile. "Just as much as I am an animal, his is more... untrained. I am sorry for his behavior though. At least he kept himself from actually hurting you. When he decided he needed to teach me a lesson about Victor and my deciding to be his girlfriend... It was a lot more violent. He has a good spirit, but he has had many bad memories, and is quick to snap at people. A cigar and a beer seems to fix that quickly enough. I too like his bike. It sounds angry though. It fits him. I did tell him about you, and if it brought trouble, I am sorry. Since I told you about the mutants who have grouped together, I though perhaps telling him about you he could keep an eye out, incase you found yourself in the process of getting another bruise."

Remy LeBeau makes a bit of a face. "Yeah well. He didn't seem too thrilled wit me when we spoke," he says. He stirs the pot some more, then motions for Laura to come over. "Here, why don't ya stir it a bit, get some practice," he says with a smile. "And I don't mind de trouble, jest people yelling at me fer how I live m'life." He laughs a bit. The water boils in the smaller pot, and he turns the burner off, and pours in some rice then places a lid on top of it.

Laura watches Remy stir for a moment, before taking over, her motions mimicking his. "Unfortunately he does that too. He is strong with both his actions, and his words. He tries to mean well, but it took me some time to understand this. Most of all he is most aggressive when he feels something deep down. Again, I am sorry for him. I tell him when we speak about the things I am doing or have done. It is to help us bond. Our situation is not normal, and so this is not easy for him. He did give me a hug though the last time we met, so I think perhaps he is accepting the situation more. If you do though come across the blonde man I described. Victor. I suggest you leave the area quickly."

Remy LeBeau nods. "A'ight. Tall blonde guy, stay away. I'll keep dat in mind," he says. He peers over her shoulder watching as she stirs. "Make sure y'don't stir too quick, b'cause it slows down how it thickens," he offers with a smile. He then takes the lid off of the smaller pot, and stirs the rice a little, making sure it's fluffed.

"I will remember, stir at a slow to moderate pace, or else it will not thicken properly." Laura parrots back. "Victor is really strong, and he has enhanced senses like myself, and also what has been termed my people who know a healing factor. You can bring people like us to clinical death, and after a period of time, we are healed as if it never happened. If you have any questions about yourself, ask what you wish. Also, if you would like to talk about yourself, and how you found yourself in New York City. I am curious, but I do not wish to pry."

Remy LeBeau chuckles at her mechanical parroting, then at her explanation of her powers. "Can't say I ever heard of someone who can do dat, let alone more den one who can. As fer m'self? Simple really. M'eyes, and I can charge t'ings. Use m'hands, but can do it wit any part of m'body. Blows t'ings up. Dat didn't happen till I was older. Was born wit de eyes." A bit of a shrug. "Ended up in de city b'cause der was no place fer m'left at home. So I went someplace else. Dis is where I ended up." His tone indicating his discomfort with the subject of his own past. "Needless t'say yer not de only one who's had bad breakups."

"I can do this because I was cloned from some of my Daifu's DNA by The Project. They wanted someone who could have all of his abilities, who could be easily trained." Laura tries to explain a bit of her past. "I now try to do my best to use what I am to help protect people who can not do so their selves. I also have enhanced touch, taste, smell, hearing and eye sight, as well as organic weaponry that has been coated in a toxic but incredibly durable metal. I do find your eye color very unique." Laura moves to sniff at the pot again, pausing a moment in her stirring, before continuing. "I am sorry about things not working out with your relationship. At least here there is many things to do. Many crowds to get lost in. You also seem nice enough that you will find another person that is suitable for dating." She noted the tone, but continued the topic for now, incase though he was not happy, this was something he needed to speak about. Sometimes people were odd like that, she had found.

Remy LeBeau raises a brow at her. "Yer... a clone?" he asks, giving her an odd look. "Isn't dat sort of t'ing illegal. And t'be dis old..." His jaw moves a few moments and then he swears. "Fucking government screwing wit people's lives. Now at least I understand a bit more why Logan was so defensive," he states, scowling a little. He drops the subject of his romantic life to sniff at the pot himself. "Smells like it's done memselle. Jest need some bowls fer de rice and de crawfish and shrimp gumbo, den I t'ink we can eat some Cajun cookin' as well as what y'made," he says, flashing her a warm smile again, trying to focus back on the positive aspects.

"It is meant to be highly illegal. If the organization is a secret base that no other government knows about, they could get away with many things." The little weapon does smile with his comment about Logan. "He knew before he knew about me what things go on where people can not see. For the record, I would not be alive without the rest of the unfortunate events of my life, so I do not try to see it as a bad event. My Sensei told me that nothing is ever just coincidence." The girl stops stirring, and gets out both plates, and bowls, as well as forks and spoons, bringing it all to be set up and the simple table. "I made something I found called Lump Crab and Corn Beignets. It is like rolls, but fried. I then saw that apparently claimed by a website that even through apple trees are not common to the are, People of the area enjoy the fruit. So I made apple pie, and acquired ice cream. To soothe our pallets from the spices that might be a little strong." The slender youth moves back into the kitchen, and get another large plate to place a great many of the small puffs onto a plate, and also brings it to the table, setting it toward the center.

Remy LeBeau chuckles as she explains a beignet to him. "Excellent. Beignets ae delicious. It's amazing I kept de physique I have growing up on dis food," he states. "De gumbo is easier in bowls. D'want me t'bring de pot over to de table, or would it be easier fer us t'jest bring our bowls over here?" he asks, wanting to be polite in her home and not assume. "Apple pie is fne by me memselle. Cajuns don't eat t'live, we live t'eat." Another grin is flashed her way.

She smiles back, finding it a little easier to do so about Remy, even though she had only known him a short time. She then thinks about the pots, and then nods. "I have a solution for the question." She then gets out pot holders, and brings the large pot to the table, one hand holding under the pot. As she sets the pot down, her hand slips out of the holder, and keeps it under the pot to help protect the table from the heat, before repeating the process with the rice. "This way should we wish a second helping, we do not need to get up." This was in part her home, so she was going to be a good host, and have her guest do little work. "I am glad that the pie was a good selection as well. I myself must be cautious of spices. My taste is heightened, but I can handle anything I have eaten so far." The girl then winces a moment. "Drink selections are as follows. I have soda, milk, and pomegranate juice in the refrigerator. There is also whisky and sake in my room, as I am to keep my drinking and cigars usually to my room as it is a rule, but the drinks can be an exception with guests."

Remy LeBeau watches her move the pots herself, and the Cajun frowns a little. "I was willing t'help ya wit dat," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Where I'm from de men are supposed t'help wit dat stuff, even if we're guests," he points out. At the drink selections he smiles. "I'll have a soda. I'm pretty easy going when it comes t't'ings and I don't always need a drink in m'hand t'be happy," he says. Smile is given as he moves over towards the table, pulling out a chair and sitting on it. "Dis is supposed t'be a relaxed low key meal Laura, stop fussing, grab some soda's if y'want, den sit down and eat. Hope yer hungry. I don't want t'be de only one making a dent in dis stuff."

"I am sorry. I did not know the way things are from your home. I learned that in Japan that the women are the ones to take care of the home in all aspects, as it keeps the home happy, and the men are the ones to provide. Even with social gatherings in a home, the women play hostess. I did not dress in a kimono for the occasion. It is low key, as you said. I am just making sure that drink is provided. I am sorry. I do not mean to make this seem like a deal. I am only trying to learn." Cooking for Victor, or Hank was a little different. One lived with her, and she now lives with the other. Cooking for a guest was a social thing, and not something Laura was very used to. She moves silently to the fridge, and gets out two cans of soda, before coming back toward the table, setting them down, and taking a seat. "I will make sure you help more next time. Please, tell me more about how gatherings are done where you come from, and I burn many calories, so I will be sure to have a good portion of many things. Please, serve yourself first so I can see how it is done."

Remy LeBeau flashes her that charming smile and winks. "Oh don't worry memselle. I was trained dat women belong in de kitchen and t'play hostess t'be sure. Jest not carrying de hot and heavy t'ings once dey were done. T'ough m'father always believed in treating women wit respect and helping out, he also beat into m'head dat I still open doors and carry heavy t'ings jest b'cause." He then takes his bowl, and fills it with rice, then pours a hearting helping of the gumbo on top. Bowl gets set down and then he places some of the biegnets on his plate, grabbing his napkin and putting it on his lap like a good lad. "Well, honestly dey don't always treat women well down south. Lot of abuse and such still goes on, but like I said, m'daddy taught me de right way t'treat a woman, so I do m'best."

"That is very honorable." Laura comments as she listens to Remy explain lessons taught to him and watches him set up his bowl. "I was trained to be very self reliant for my missions, so thinking about having, or requesting help does not often come into my mind. My Sensei said that women were often one of the most important things in the world. One raises you, and one will raise your children. They are fmaily, and some will be your children. Some will be their friends. Only if one treats you with dishonor, should you return it. Abuse and such happens here as well. this is why I help the others to protect people. To stop bad things and to not let them continue." Slowly, Laura begins serving herself, and puts a good deal of rice into her bowl, before adding a good deal of the gumbo on top. She's not the sort of girl to be afraid of food it seems. She then gathers herself a few beignets on her plate as well, and moves to sit closer to the table.

Remy LeBeau takes a few large mouthfuls of the gumbo and rice, chewing thoughtfully. "I guess it would be honorable. Jest sort of saw it as de right t'ing do to. But, truth be told, it's de same reason I won't go home wit a woman who t'inks it's more den it is. Not fair t'lead her on." He did however flinch slightly at her comment of a woman raising someone. He never really experienced that himself. "Some of dat only happens if y'have children too." He gives a bit of a shrug. "We all live our lives differently with different goals and rules. Such is life." Then he tries one of her beignets.

Laura notes the flinch, and frowns softly. "I said something wrong. I am sorry for that. I do agree about making things very clear between people. There should always be nothing but truth spoken. This is not always the case. I am glad that I can find indicators when a person is lying. But you can not always tell when things are hidden from you. I only lied once. I said things could be one way with me and Victor, but then when the situation happened, I had realized it could not really be that way. As for children, I am unsure if I can reproduce. I would like to perhaps someday. To carry on what small part I have of Sarah in myself." She now moves to take a large forkful of food into her mouth, and begins to chew, smiling gently as she does so. "Only when she is done, does she say. "It is very good. There are many spices, but they are all good together. Thank you for this."

Remy LeBeau shakes his head a little. "Y'did and y'didn't memselle. Not'ing t'worry about. C'est la vie." He flashes her that smile again. "Some people y'jest can tell are lying, ot'ers not so much. I don't know dat I ever want kids, or t'settle down wit one woman. She'd have t'be very different. Not somet'ing I'm ready for fer a long time again anyways. Burned once twice shy," he states before he's chewing again, giving her a slight nod at the compliment.

Laura nods her head. "I do understand about being more hesitant about having a new girlfriend. It was a girlfriend, yes? I know myself that I might not be able to settle down yet. Either due to my body not being ready for children, or people who are looking for me might find me. I do know that I do not like being lonely. This has cause me to miss Victor often, even with the issue between us. Hank does his best to help me, but someday, I would like to find someone accepting of me and my issues, and have another boyfriend. I have to make sure though that they do not have a past with my Daifu next time. If they do, it might mean it will not go well."

Remy LeBeau plays with the gumbo with his spoon a little. "She was m'fiancee. Left me on de day of our wedding," he says dryly, doing his best to keep his poker expression on his face. He takes another mouthful, then gives her a wry smile. "Maybe I could use a little whiskey, if y'have it," he states, even as he pops back the soda and drinks a few long sips. Can gets set down, and he looks thoughtful. "Yer still young. No need t'rush anyt'ing."

"I will live mostly like hundred of years. Perhaps longer. I was never a child. Only a weapon. I've seen that time is short. Oftentimes shorter then we think, or want. I do not see my wants as rushing. Only trying to maximize the things I do in the time I have." Laura moves from her seat, and bows slightly, before heading up to her room. There is the small cabinet on her dresser which she opens, and pulls out one of three whisky bottles from within, and two shot glasses. She comes back down, and sets them onto the table, before opening the bottle, and pouring. "I am sorry about what happened, Remy. I wish that day would have went differently for you. But then, you would not be here." Laura picks up one shot glass, and sets it before Remy, before setting the bottle in the center of the table to be in easy reach before taking up her own glass. "Keep the fond memories, and lose the bad as you sleep." And with that, the girl knocks back her drink, before sitting back down in her chair.

Remy LeBeau looks at her curiously as she tells him of how long she'll live. "Well, like I said, everyone lives differently, as best dey can." Then the girl disappears and Remy clears more of his plate. She comes back with the bottle, pouring him the shot. He lifts it towards her a little as she makes her toast. "If only it were dat easy," he respond, before knocking it back himself, putting his glass back on the table. "T'ank y'dough. I needed dat jest den." He gives her a weaker charming smile, but it is charming all the same. "I wouldn't be here if it didn't, but I can never go home b'cause it did. Strange how life works dat way." He shakes his head once more, then finishes his first helping, going back for seconds.

"I can't go home either. My last mission was to blow up the base with strategically places charges of C-4 explosives. It is better that way, though." Laura gives a bit of a smile in return, nothing with teeth yet, but even this for her was not a common place thing. "You are welcome though. I like to help others when I can. It will never make up for all the things I have done, but it ensures I do nothing to continue things as they were. If there is anything I can ever do to help you, you have my phone number, and know where I reside. Time of day or night is not an issue." Laura herself has been eating slowly and politely, but she is making work of the large bowl she has made for herself. "I can be your friend, if you'd like."

Remy LeBeau chuckles and shakes his head as she explains why she can't go home. He stands to scoop more rice and gumbo into his bowl. "Well, slightly different den why I can't, but closse. I t'ink dey'd kill me on sight. Course dat'd start a war, so dey'd probably hire someone else t'take of me t'keep a war from breaking out. So I stay gone. Easier on everyone dis way, and I don't need t'watch over m'shoulder quite so much," he admits. The Cajun is then back in his chair. "I t'ink we could manage friends," he offers her with a smile. "If y'handle m'charm and accent."

"I think it is good then that I am not longer used as I was in the past. I wouldn't do such things now, but back then, I did not fully understand what it was I was doing. Even when I do work as an Avenger, I am to use non lethal means. Only if absolutely necessary. Thankfully my training can help me to asses the situation." She takes up a fried puss, and takes a bite out of that, smiling softly. The smile grows as he winks, and oddly, finds herself blushing. "I've been able to understand you just fine. This should not be an issue. If I misunderstand anything, be sure to correct me, and I'll know better."

Remy LeBeau nods, then just let's his grin grow wider as she blushes at the wink. "Sounds like a plan den. Friends it is," he says. The Cajun eats another beignet, licking his fingers. "Des came out very good memselle. Excellent first try." Another sip of his soda, before he tilts his head to regard her. "So how does a former weapon like yerself find a guy t'date anyways? Most women like men who're stronger and such, but y'don't need someone t'open jars or pay yer bills."

And there is a smile with a small flash of pearly whites. "Thank you very much for the compliment, Remy. So long as the recipes do not misguide me in any way, I find that in following them as they are written help well to make sure the food is good. I really do enjoy it." Laura pours herself another shot of whisky, and drinks it down as she asked about her dating. "Well, Victor found me on the street. He noted something about my smell, which he did not realize was similar to Logan's. They both seem to have memory issues. He restrained me, but did not hurt me. We talked. then went to a diner for a meal, and then I showed him to the warehouse I took over for my home. He stayed with me a while before anything adult transpired between us. If you are asking about my preferences, I am not fully sure. Only recently did I begin to note that some smells from men apparently bring about positive reactions in myself. But... Victor was very strong, very aggressive. I have noted possible attraction in others, where they are not like that at all. They are reserved and while healthy, they are not as muscular. How about yourself?"

Remy LeBeau let's his eyes light up a bit as she finally flashes the teeth his way. "It's de truth memselle. So keep it up." He pauses in his eating to pour another shot of whiskey which he also tosses back, before he listens to her story. "So y'base it on smells? Healthy, muscles?" He can't help but laugh. "It's not always about health or how strong someone is. It's about personality and clicking too. Can y'talk, d'ye get along, does yer heart race around dem? Do y'look at dem and get distracted? It's very complex. Not sure it can be explained by words," he admits, though he did just try.

"The heart racing and those other responses only seemed to happen when I was doing intimate things. The distraction, that did not begin at first. You are right though. To be understood, to have a connection with words and thoughts is also important. I could not be even friends with someone who could not understand what I am, my behaviors and feelings. The smells... People put out smells due to their feelings. Sometimes it's hard to put labels on the smells, but I know what they are. Though their basic smell can be good on it's own. Without other scents on their clothes or bodies. Hank too tried to explain Love to me. This is how I came to discover that I was in love with Victor. This is why at times I still miss him. What do you do for fun?" The question was a little random, but Laura was trying to find out more about her new friend.