“No! That’s the exact opposite of what I want.” Bobby called out, blasting the sides of buildings into a slick sheet of glassy ice. “I should be doing something more appropriate for an X-Man, and not doing the job of people who get paid to do this.”

“Don’t tell me you lit this fires – I would hate to have to ice over such a handsome stranger.”

_{“You don’t get paid to be an X-man?” Ky couldn’t help, but roll his eyes at his own statement.  “Such a shame – you should be doing greater things than cleaning up fires.” As for what? He didn’t know, but he  figured something more than cleaning after one simple fire.}

_{“You’d really ice me over?” He asked sarcastically. “I thought we were great friends!”}