For once she was quiet while he rambled.

'Maybe You can do this at a Distance, Have you ever tried to measure?'

' no, not really.'

Logan had his back to her as he cooked, and talked and asked the occasional rehtorical question. He was making pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, grits, (yes they have grits in Canada, besides Logan is a well traveled man).

'You are more powerful than you Know kid.'

Every burner on the stove was in use. every pan, big plates being stacked with pancakes as they finished one by one, two more empty waiting on the breakfast meats and fried eggs.

'You could really use your powers to your advantage.'

Marie Stared at her reflection in the stark white plate trying to piece together her emotions.

'You can fine tune this-' His voice rumbled in the background as she fot lost in her thoughts.

Finally someone recognized that she had value, and could do more than kill. She forgot what that felt like.

'Use your powers Like a scalpel- ' he said while shaking the pan to evenly brown the sausages.

And after that power shortage (thats what she called them) he felt so close to her...almost sure he would kiss her for a second.

'as opposed to supressing them all the time-' His inflection sounded annoyed, like he was annoyed for her not at her.

Her face was hot from the thought. She was so ready for it. Maybe there was an upside her power shortages after focusing on them like that. If it lasted long enough, for more than just a kiss- She was willing to train like this all he wanted.

'or using them like a Meat cleaver from being bottled up-' He continued as he plated up the bacon and sausage.

Just the feeling of him tucking her hair back, pressing his forehead to hers, rubbing her hand like that,- at some point ger eyes closed during her daydreaming.

'Or a Machete-, ' he went on as he placed the pot of grits on the center of the table beside the full plates for their breakfast feast.

His hand wrapped over her hair and cupped the back of her head to get her attention, Meeting her eyes he finished:

'Just remember, there will still be times that You need a Machete.' She nodded.

Sitting down he began to heap food on his plate and had to Verbally remind her to 'Dig in'

The rest of the meal was easy, almost comfortable. She could pretend they were just two regular people having breakfast after Yoga- sorry -Meditation class.

One thing was certain, she needed to find out if he would really kiss her during her next power shortage. Or if she could wncourage him too. Surely he wouldn't ask her to dig for such personal info if he didn't feel anything for her, this was no ordinary mentor/ mentee relationship.