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lithiumlaughter. Apparently, I'm a sucker for a good meme.

Pick a fanfic I've written before and I will write you comment fic following it/taking place in that universe.

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Because it's in my head: Tech Support! =)

I might steal this meme, too - I want to get back into writing and I figure this might be a good way to dip my toes in, haha!

She started early putting in hints. Kitty wasn't optimistic enough to think St. John wouldn't get as creative with his valentines as he had with his request for her affections (or at least her Friday nights), so she made up a decent excuse (read: extorted out of Jubilee any magazine she could come up with covered the topic) and informed her...friend who was a boy that she, Katharine Pryde, was a very traditional sort of girl (MIT courses and hacker tendencies aside). She much preferred chocolate and roses to a pink lighter with her name engraved on it. (She didn't smoke.)

Chocolate and roses. Nice, warm, rich, velvety, delicious chocolate—or roses because they were romantic and she would appreciate a romantic gesture now and then. But she really wanted the chocolate. Chocolate was a girl's best friend (ignoring any myths to the contrary).

So she was not impressed at all by the tiny box that showed up on her pillow and its accompanying serenade (though she was grateful he was not tone deaf, there were better times to make her aware of this fact than six o'clock in the morning). She didn't feel all that bad either about the dawning panic on his face at seeing her crestfallen expression when she opened said box to find a set of cold, hard, tiny diamond earrings. She understood they were expensive and he was new at this and she ought to be grateful, but she'd told him what she wanted and so had every right to pout.

"Where's my chocolate?"

Xavier found St. John Allerdyce sitting at the kitchen table with a dazed expression on his face. A very important phone call was waiting for the Professor in his office, along with three bills, a motion in Congress to go over, and a letter from Moira McTaggert with questions he didn't know how to answer, but Xavier had never been able to force himself to pass by unheeding of such a disconsolate cloud of thoughts as the one hovering over St. John's head.

So he sighed and wheeled over to the table. He did not even get a chance to ask what was wrong before St. John opened his mouth and told him.

"I asked Mr. Summers," St. John said, still sounding a little dazed. He was holding up a box of perfectly exquisite diamond studs. "And she kicked me out."

Xavier glanced briefly over at the clock (it was still before seven in the morning) and winced. "Perhaps your timing?"

"She said she was a traditional sort of girl and Jean is too, so I asked him, and it didn't work at all."

The entire scene played out before Xavier's mental eyes and he realized this was more—and less—serious than he thought.

"Jean is not Kitty," Xavier told him gently. "Jean likes solid, lasting gifts from Scott as long-term reminders of his love."

St. John finally actually looked at the Professor, an encouraging sign.

Xavier went on. "Kitty has not been in a relationship long, and she wants the romance symbolized by things like flowers and chocolates, things that are comforting and exciting, but which don't last as long as diamonds."

St. John nodded. "Exit strategy."

Xavier frowned at that, but not all battles would be fought today (Moira was waiting after all). He smiled. "I do have a use for those diamond earrings if you would like the money back."

St. John looked at him oddly.

"A gift," Xavier added, chuckling at the visual of himself wearing them. "For a very old friend."

~~o~~

Nobody else ever did find out the story behind a dozen boxes of chocolate that showed up on Kitty's bed that evening—or the small package that arrived on Mystique's birthday and drew a small, satisfied smile.

Oh, I LOVE it! It's so sweet and HAHA poor clueless John.

Coincidentally, I'm meeting some girlfriends today at our favourite chocolate cafe because - yeah, chocolate is a girl's best friend. Especially hot chocolate in winter. =D

Thank you for this!!

She likes it! She likes it! Yay! :happy dance: And yes, chocolate is a girl's very best friend. :nods solemnly:

What makes this soooo funny to me though is that I have another fic in this arc in the works called "The Wooing of Jubilation Lee" in which Pyro is the giver of advice and when Xavier started spouting the very stuff John later spews, I just started cracking up.

Whispers 1b ;) or if that's too broad, then Just Desserts :)

Kitty may have been oblivious to the suppressed horror on her boyfriend Piotr's face when she carried out her carefully reheated dessert, but even she could not miss the surprise on his face when he bit into one of those dense, over-egged, over-crusty muffins and exclaimed, "This is very good!"

She whopped him. "Of course, they are. I made them."

Piotr looked sheepish. The rest of the table looked skeptical. Was Piotr saving face?

Gambit smirked smugly. Gambit was a chef, trained by the famed Tante Mattie Baptiste, and no dessert following his dinner would ever be made by Kitty.

weee :) thank you! oh that sneaky Cajun:P

This was actually fun! I have a new story arc to play in. (Knowing I have longer fics than just one-shots to write doesn't seem to help me want to write them. :shakes head at self: )

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