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WHO: Lucinda Guthrie, X-Men faculty, students, and visitors.
WHERE: Kitchen & dining room.
WHEN: Early morning.
WARNINGS:
SUMMARY: Mrs. Guthrie has been offered a room and use of facilities in the Xavier Institute. She's been sending her kids here for years, but this is the first time she's actually lived under their roof. She decides, clearly, she

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Amara wasn't the least bit surprised that Mrs. Guthrie had commandeered the kitchen and she was also sure that not one person would complain about it. She was happy for Sam and his siblings that their mother was here-- despite all the dangers of city-life, who wouldn't love to have a parent here to turn to when things got rough? Still, it couldn't have been easy for her to have been transported here, seeing Jay alive, living in this new environment. But how many people got second chances with their dead children? Amara couldn't decide if this was lucky or unlucky.

Fully dressed for the day, despite not having to go to work until much later, Amara immediately went to greet Mrs. Guthrie. Maybe she had been drawn to the fact that there was a mother here, something Amara hadn't had in a while, but mostly it was because she just liked Sam's mother-- a hard worker, earnest, and kind hearted.

"Good morning, Mrs. Guthrie. Did you sleep well?" She pulled down some plates from the cupboards and started setting the table while Mrs. Guthrie cooked. Amara wasn't good with cooking, so she wouldn't be much help there, but she could set out dishes, cups, and silverware.

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"Ah wish Ah can say Ah did child, but that just ain't my bed," she smiled in greeting to Amara. There was a nice, beautiful, and respectable woman. Lucinda knew of Amara as one of Samuel's close friends and she wondered once or two about where their friendship was going. Sammy could use a strong, firm hand and a good influence in his life and Amara rang all the right bells for Lucinda.

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She didn't know how many people would eat but Mrs. Guthrie needed enough plates to put the food on plus some extras for whoever decided to join them at the table. Mugs for coffee or tea, glasses for juice-- Amara hadn't set up an elaborate table setting like this in forever. It was nice. Usually everyone ran downstairs at different times, grabbed whatever they could, and fled out the door to get to whatever they had to do. Already it was starting to feel homier.

"If there's anything you need, please ask me. Not that Sam, Jay or Paige won't have you taken care of," Amara quickly amended. No doubt Sam would make sure that his mother was happy here because if Momma wasn't happy, no one was happy.

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"Ah don't know about that. They've been in and out, savin' the world an' all," she sighed, rubbing the back of her aching neck. "Usually, it would just be me and the kids helping around an' then them when they came to visit from school. That is, until, you know certain things."

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Amara paused in her table setting at certain things but managed to brush it off and keep going. She had imagined it was hard for all parents of mutants-- some took it better than others-- but to have so many mutant children? It probably tripled the amount of worrying that a parent did. Mrs. Guthrie surely didn't have it easy.

"I think all three of them will be happier now that you're here," Amara starting putting down forks and knives. "There's no child that wouldn't want their mother around, even if they try to deny it."

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"Maybe, maybe not." She tried to busy her hands with tidying things up and checking the food left cooking. "Sometimes Ah wonder with them running off."

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Now that the table was set, Amara, too, started to help Mrs. Guthrie with cleaning up. She really wasn't very good at anything domestic and most of the time she never had to be but Mrs. Guthrie had gone out of her way to make breakfast so it was the least she could do.

"Children always want to leave home at a certain point. If they can make it on their own, that just proves you taught them well." And if anyone was a shining example of what a supportive parent should be like, it was Mrs. Guthrie.

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"Ah got a girl who tried runnin' away when she was only fifteen. That's the age they took Sammy an' then Paige an' then Joshua, Melody, Jebediah--well, this girl didn't go far. She got mixed in with the wrong crowd an' Ah can't help thinkin', 'What if mah other kids go that way too? Who's gonna stop 'em?' Ah know Ah gotta give them their space an' let them see the world, but a momma can't help worryin' 'bout her kids."

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Left with nothing to do, Amara went to make some coffee. Who didn't like something hot to drink in the morning? Especially when it was cold outside and Amara bitterly hated the cold.

"I imagine that's something all parents struggle with. I guess there's no way of knowing for sure but I think you can gauge how the others will turn out if you look at your oldest children. They're good people who do the right thing. Sam, especially, always takes it upon himself to take care of everyone else."

Understatement of the century-- Sam always felt responsible for everything.