Birthdays were important to Rogue, because she'd had so few of them celebrated when she was little. Growing up in foster care had meant being passed from one family to another quite frequently, and other than the 'special day' at school, there had never been parties with friends invited, no cake, no presents. No parents to be grateful she had come into their lives. There had been one wonderful birthday that she tried so desperately to forget, and then she'd been adopted by a proper southern family. Birthdays hadn't been a time for her friends, but for those of her parents, and in truth she'd just been glad to be wanted... It was just too bad it hadn't lasted past her mutation manifesting.
Things had been different at the mansion, though. Each and every resident had their birthday celebrated not in style, but with genuine affection. Her classmates had left little presents at her door, and then her students had decorated her classroom and made questionable attempts at baking her cakes. And Remy... He'd always made sure she knew how grateful he was that she was alive.
She didn't know what she would do for her next birthday, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
Listening to Steve answer her question, she realized it hadn't even occurred to her what the era he'd grown up in might have meant for the life he'd led. During his childhood, no one would have had much money, and in wartime just about everything had been rationed. Going from that environment and into the Army, it was no wonder he'd never gotten to try other kinds of cake. And coffee that tasted like a foul boot? That just wasn't something she could let stand.
"Well, we're definitely going to have to fix that," she informed him with a grin. "I'm a coffee addict with a huge sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so you'll be in good hands with me." She was already planning what she would need for the day, making a mental grocery list. Store-bought cake would be such a hassle and nowhere as good as what she could make herself, and he deserved the best after everything he'd been through, everything he'd done for the world. Making sure he had a good birthday was the very least she could do for him.
More than that, though, she was excited to get to spend the day with him. There was just something about Steve that drew her in, made her want to be around him for longer than they had that day. He was easy to talk to, funny and sweet, and they each had their secrets. It wasn't fair that she knew his without his knowing though, she acknowledged that, and so she promised herself that she would tell him next time they met.
Whether she would share her own secret with him then, though... Well, they would just have to see.
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Things had been different at the mansion, though. Each and every resident had their birthday celebrated not in style, but with genuine affection. Her classmates had left little presents at her door, and then her students had decorated her classroom and made questionable attempts at baking her cakes. And Remy... He'd always made sure she knew how grateful he was that she was alive.
She didn't know what she would do for her next birthday, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
Listening to Steve answer her question, she realized it hadn't even occurred to her what the era he'd grown up in might have meant for the life he'd led. During his childhood, no one would have had much money, and in wartime just about everything had been rationed. Going from that environment and into the Army, it was no wonder he'd never gotten to try other kinds of cake. And coffee that tasted like a foul boot? That just wasn't something she could let stand.
"Well, we're definitely going to have to fix that," she informed him with a grin. "I'm a coffee addict with a huge sweet tooth, especially for chocolate, so you'll be in good hands with me." She was already planning what she would need for the day, making a mental grocery list. Store-bought cake would be such a hassle and nowhere as good as what she could make herself, and he deserved the best after everything he'd been through, everything he'd done for the world. Making sure he had a good birthday was the very least she could do for him.
More than that, though, she was excited to get to spend the day with him. There was just something about Steve that drew her in, made her want to be around him for longer than they had that day. He was easy to talk to, funny and sweet, and they each had their secrets. It wasn't fair that she knew his without his knowing though, she acknowledged that, and so she promised herself that she would tell him next time they met.
Whether she would share her own secret with him then, though... Well, they would just have to see.