In which a Southern Gal takes pity on a Grad Student

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Alex scurried around his tiny little student's apartment trying to get the chicken done and the biscuits cooked before Rogue arrived. Knowing Summers luck - and Rogue's contrary nature - she'd arrive at a critical moment and everything would go up in smoke. But at least he had his fryer bubbling merrily away on the first batch, the second, third, and fourth batches (mutant metabolism, don'tchaknow) prepped, and the biscuits were in the oven.

Now, maybe, he could go get cleaned up a little. If he was quick he could even take a shower before she showed up.