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[steelartisan]

Katya is in the laboratory she's claimed as her own. Utopia has a lot of laboratories; this means that anyone who wants to stake a claim can do it with a little determination.

Granted, Kate's willingness to throw wrenches at people who disturb her doesn't hurt. Likewise the gleam in her eye when she reminds people of just how many months she's

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[prydeful]

There is cursing.

In many languages.

It gets louder as he approaches.

This may warrant approaching with caution.

[steelartisan]

...Ah.

It's that kind of project.

Piotr knocks lightly on the door.

[prydeful]

The curse happens to be in Russian, enabling him to understand exactly where he and his left testicle can choose to go unless they bring help or a boyfriend.

Cursing is so much more fun when you have more options!

[steelartisan]

Piotr's eyebrows fly up for a second.

She did not learn that one from him. (She did not learn any curses from him. Piotr is kind of a Boy Scout at heart.)

In Russian, mildly: "Does lunch count as help?"

[prydeful]

"Yes," she responds after a moment in the same language, "if you can get me off my back. I'm stuck. And if you laugh, I'll rip your larynx out."

[steelartisan]

You don't date Kate Pryde without coming to find casual threats kind of endearing.

Nonetheless, Piotr doesn't laugh, or even stifle it. His brows draw down in immediate concern, and he pulls open the door.

...Oh dear.

[prydeful]

He is a good boyfriend-lover-person. He wins an award.

She groans when he has her up and then looks slightly bemused when he keeps her on his hip; she also doesn't protest.

You date a guy twice your size, you get used to this.

"Hey, handsome. I've got a surprise for you."

Last time she said that--well, first time she said that--he ended up walking through the air and falling to the floor in the attic.

Caution may be wise. Again.

[steelartisan]

Caution is very often wise.

On the other hand: Piotr has been an X-Man for many years. Caution is a flexible term.

He glances at her in inquiry that's only very mildly wary.

[prydeful]

"So. We are in--well, okay, not California, thank you, Scott, but. The point being, we are not in New York. And what is in New York?"

[steelartisan]

...Uh.

Many things.

Piotr is pretty clearly trying to come up with the right answer, which is presumably relevant to the... vaguely elevator-esque contraption Kate was recently wedged inside.

[prydeful]

She sighs and raises her eyes to the ceiling. "I'm in love with a Luddite. What is in New York is the door to the bar. And I'd kinda like to let some of our friends know that in about two months little girl Rasputina is showing up. Ta-da. We have our very own portal to Milliways, 2.0. And this time I did it on purpose. Kiss me, it was much harder than doing it by accident, so I deserve a reward."

[steelartisan]

--Kissing her he can do!

Piotr has an awesome girlfriend. An awesome girlfriend who can build an interdimensional portal to allow them to see lots of old friends again. (This is only one of the many, many reasons she's awesome in Piotr's opinion, but it's a relevant one at the moment.)

"You are a genius, my Katya."

She knows this! It's plain fact.

"I will be glad to see old friends." And Milliways has been useful for more than that in the past, and may be again -- he'll never forget that -- but for right now, they don't need a refuge. So it can be a reunion just for reunion's sake, which is always better.

[prydeful]

"You're just realizing this now?" she grins, and is content to kiss him again.

"It's just about done. In fact, I was thinking you and I need a date. Do you know how many dates we've actually gone on? Let me give you a clue: you can count them using just the fingers on your hands. And yet, I am pregnant with your child and in a committed relationship with you. So I think we need a date."

Kate considers.

"Also, to finish with the baby-name-picking thing."

[steelartisan]

"...A date," says Piotr, "is a very good idea." He's aiming to sound grave, and succeeding at sounding entirely pleased instead. "We are very overdue."

He considers for a moment.

"Of course, if we try there will probably be killer robots. Or aliens." Or killer alien robots!

This is how their dates go. Isn't it nice to be an X-Man?

[prydeful]

"No. No killer robots! No aliens! No explosions!"

There's a pause.

"...Why was I thinking the Bar was a good place to go for it, again?"

[steelartisan]

Uh.

"It is usually quieter than our dates here?"

Sadly, this is actually true.