
Turning Saints Into the Sea
“Say, what’s the deal with Storm? Everyone I’ve asked says something different. Is she a goddess, a queen, or a thief?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“C’mon, Summers. Just curious, that’s all. Most important part of recon is the info-gatherin’.”
“Fine. She’s all three.”
“Hot damn!”
“…”
“You know I’m just yankin’ yer chain, right Slim? Slim?”
“What, Wolverine?”
“Ouch. Frosty. If I get you a beer would ya lighten up?”
“No.”
“What about a date?”
“…”
“Jeez, Slim. Stop tryin’ to take my head off without yer lasers.”
“You’re not half as funny as you think you are.”
“I can’t help it if you thought I wasn’t talkin’ about fruit.”
“Logan.”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”
“I thought Bobby was the Iceman, not you.”
“I will melt my own bike down and sell the scrap to Magneto just to spite you right now. Stop. Talking.”
“…”
“What about Jea-ah!”