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Heh. ::rubs hands together:: WARNING: Do not read if you ever plan to eat leftovers again. May contain scenes with incredibly disgusting concoctions. (Thanks for the idea, Maria!)

"Stars and garters, did I forget to eat AGAIN? RassumfrassumLEGACYresearchstinkingputridFORGETFULNESS ::mutter mutter grumble grouch::."
"Hi, Hank! Hungry?" Iceman poked his head into the lab.
"Yes. I forgot to eat."
"Sheesh, again? There's leftovers in the fridge. Lots. Remember last week, when everyone cooked something different for his or herself and made extra, just in case?"
"No, Robert, unfortunately not."
"Oh, yeah. I forgot, you never come out of this lab anymore!"
Bobby ducked, anticipating the test tube that just happened to fly out of Hank's hand.
"Is there any meatloaf? Nothing's better than a meatloaf sandwich."
"At LEAST six pounds of it. All different recipes."
"Shall we, my frigid friend?"

KITCHEN, 3:37 a.m. ET

"Ororo???!! What are YOU doing here?"
"What does it look like, Robert? I was hungry, and I decided bean sprouts and cabbage was not the dish I wanted for a midnight snack."
Storm slapped mayonnaise on a piece of rye bread and added a generous slab of meatloaf.
"Ugh. Who WOULD want cabbage and sprouts?" Hank made a face.
"Sometimes I do, but only when I am not terribly hungry. However, I was not able to eat a large supper tonight. I was not feeling well."
"Oh. What kind of meatloaf is that?" Bobby asked. "The kind that has a lot of bread crumbs? The kind with lots of stuff in it? Or the kind that's mostly meat with some onions and carrots?"
"This meatloaf is vegetable-based meat substitute, with bread crumbs." Ororo opened the cupboard and rummaged around, obviously in search of something.
"Euugh," said a voice behind them. The voice would have been genteel and smooth, were it not so froggy.
"Oh, hi, Professor. Are YOU here for a meatloaf sandwich, too?"
"Yes; with the kind of meatloaf that has lots of whatever the cook can find to fill it out mixed in, on white bread, with peanut butter." Charles rubbed his growling stomach. "Yum."
"Really? Oh, GROSS!" Bobby made gagging noises. "I like mine with the kind that's mostly meat, with a few carrots and onions mixed in. I like it on that gummy Wonder bread, with ketchup."
"Blecch," said Ororo.
Charles laughed. "I never thought I'd hear you say 'blecch,' Ororo."
"Well, I thought I would never hear YOU say 'Euugh'. I like my vegetablemeatsubstituteloaf on rye bread with grape jelly. Unfortunately, I can not seem to find the grape jelly."
"It's in the fridge door." Hank attempted to speak around a mouthful of breadcrumb-laden meatloaf on wheat bread with cheese.
"Thank you." She spread grape jelly on her meatloaf and put the top slice of bread on the sandwich.
The chat in the kitchen turned to bantering about what was the best kind of meatloaf sandwich. Gradually, the rest of the X-Men came down to satisfy gastronomic cravings, and the banter turned into food fights, and the food fights turned into sleepy, full X-Men.
"Snoooooooore" said Marrow.

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