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[speed_of_snark]

Non. He's staying.

Here. [Jean-Paul pushes the door open and glides in, head held high, like a swan paddling through a sewer.]

You want whiskey, you unbearably manly man?

[howlett]

Hn. Good. Keep him out trouble.

Yes. And matches. I'm out.
Wanna smoke? [He's never seen Jean-Paul smoke to his recollection, but nevertheless he offers the man one of three fresh cigars.] They ain't cheap ones.

[speed_of_snark]

I'll try.

...ouais, I do. be right back.

[He orders the most expensive whiskey they have available, gets matches, and returns with both.] Here.

[howlett]

[He sniffs that whiskey and looks pleasantly surprised by whatever scent he catches off it.] This ain't the cheap stuff either. Cheers.

[speed_of_snark]

I'm rich as hell, Logan. Only the best for us.

[howlett]

Ain't we all rich now?

Not that I don't appreciate yer sense of taste. [Wink]

[He clips a cigar and lights it up. Offering the others to Jean-Paul.]

[speed_of_snark]

But I'm REALLY rich.

[He takes one and leans in for Logan to light it for him, because that's just him.] Merci. So. Why are we starting fights?

[howlett]

Heh. Right. Well. You do wear it better than some of us.

[Logan strikes a match and obliges, but not without a long suffering look, because that's just him.]

Because. You only hang out in comfortable places you get complacent.
Krakoa's beautiful. But it's a bubble.

[speed_of_snark]

I wear most things better.

Mm, true. It's home, but you can't stay home all the time. Or even leave only for work.

[howlett]

Should we get a booth? We might need the room if your ego's joining us this evening.

But yer there. Which is... more'n I can say about your take on some other half-baked ideas about mutant nations. So. Whadda you think about it? Any of it.

[speed_of_snark]

And people think I'm the bitchy one.

[Jean-Paul shrugs.] It's not perfect. But they're going about it a lot more intelligently than they have in the past, in terms of sustainability and how to deal wit' the rest of the world. Like it or not, we live in a capitalist world. We were never going to pull this shit off if we didn't have the ability to not only be self sufficient but also have something to offer on a global scale.

I worry a little about kids growing up there. In theory it'll be great for them, but... Maybe I'm just old, Logan, but I worry that they'll either get not realise how dangerous humans can be, OR they'll go the other way and think they're all terrible. I suppose as the island's resident human-lover I could be accused of bias.

You don't trust any of it, I know.

[howlett]

[ He nods along with Jean-Paul's take. It's fair skepticism. Some of which he's heard from others. Some of which he hasn't. None of which he's surprised to be hearing from this particular source. ]

Hn.
That ain't true.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh, you've bought in, then?

Or are you just more mellow because everyone can finally stop pretending that we're not all fucking and we can live on Mutant Love Island?

[howlett]

I didn't say that either.

Heh.
It don't hurt.

[speed_of_snark]

You're infuriating.

Mmhmmm, don't think we didn't all notice the placement of your room, you ho.

[howlett]

Just a healthy skeptic.

You say that like I got to pick. Not that I got a lotta complaints.

[speed_of_snark]

Whatever, you SO picked. You're cute, Logan.

So. Tell me something fun you've done lately.

[howlett]

If I picked I wouldn't be on the goddamn moon.

Fun? This. This right here is the most fun I've had since we settled there. If you can call it settled.

[speed_of_snark]

Okay, okay.

[Jean-Paul rolls his eyes.] Chrisse, FINE. No wonder you need to hit someone.

[howlett]

Not sure what they think they need me for up there. Or maybe I do. In which case I'm not sure yet I want the job. [And of course that's the crux of crankiness. uncertainty.]

I'm really itchin' too.
It's... I'm not sure how different any of this is. I know everyone's amped up about it. But. You know what they got me doin' don't you?

[speed_of_snark]

I'd like to hear it from you, Logan. You'll tell me the truth.

[howlett]

The same thing they always have me doin'.
[He gestures to his glass until someone comes around to top them off.]

I ain't mad. I get it. What else are they gonna do with me? Put me out to pasture? It's just right there. Top of their rule book. So what does that make me? Krakoa's first state-sanctioned criminal?

[speed_of_snark]

I don't think of you that way.

[howlett]

Heh.
Tell it to the council the day they put me trial, I guess.

[speed_of_snark]

I won't let them do that.