"Ukrainian or Russian?" Arlette asked while flipping through the take out menus in her kitchen."Or, would you prefer pizza?" Padding back into the kitchen with a small stack of menus she sat down on the couch next to Ororo completely engrossed in flipping from page to page. "There’s also Indian."
In the fall Arlette would start classes at Empire State but for the summer she had her new aparent in little Ukraine and time. Or, she liked to pretend she had time. Between on going ballet classes and various acrobatics classes (both for fun) and training her mutations she actually had very little time truly free time. Just getting to hang out with her mentor like they were friends had turned into a real treat. She was so lonely but would never admit it.
"I would offer to cook but I’ve not been shopping recently amd I suck at it any way." Leaning againist the back the plush couch she tried to ignore her feet not reach the floor. In her mind she always envisioned being taller than four feet, ten and a half inches but that was not the case. It did not stop her from claiming to be five feet tall but she tried at any rate. "And Whole Foods is closed right now."