my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

[defensebonds]

WHO: Steve Rogers and YOU, FAM
WHERE: The Lucky Cat Café in Heropa.
WHEN: Shortly after this post.
WHAT: You want smoothies? You get smoothies. Come catch up with ol' Cap while he gets the low down on everything he's missed — or, if you've never met, get a smoothie on the house anyway. He's not picky.
WARNINGS: None expected.


[ Well hey there, buckarino; here to collect on a free beverage, are you? Or hey, maybe you're just here when the big man with the plan comes by and figure it's a good time to get to know his pretty mug, that's cool too. One way or the other, Captain Rogers is here at the café for the purpose of seeing some faces, old or new — and for the excuse of bringing business to Cass as the first of many apologies for being away. Man's gotta start someplace, doesn't he? He shows up dressed down in a plain t-shirt and jeans after stashing his shield and gear at home, and takes a seat at the front where he can be easily found. Grab a drink at the counter, pull up a chair if you see fit, and get ready to be debriefed; Steve's got a hell of a lot of catching up to do. ]

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[excessivehubris]

[ Charles had been in Heropa for work reasons but with that obligation seen too he was grabbing himself a quick snack before heading back up to Nonah.

He had not seen Steve's message so wasn't expecting a free anything when he ordered a tropical flavor smoothie. He'd heard about these things but hadn't yet indulged in one. Today was a first!

Taking his smoothie, he tried to balance the beverage in one hand, while navigating his chair back away from the counter. He was getting better at handling the chair, in general but occasionally circumstances still got the better of him.. He managed to get himself out of the way of the other customers but in doing so, backed himself in behind a set of tables where he then ended up stuck. ]

Bother. [ He remarked, taking his hand off the large wheels and pausing for a moment to study his predicament. ] Left turn at Albuquerque and all that...

[defensebonds]

[ Charles isn't there longer than a moment before a hand reaches out, lifting one of the tables with ease to get it off the back of the man's wheelchair. ]

There we go. One sec—

[ The owner of said hand steps into view to scoot the other table out of the way before straightening up, making sure nothing else is stuck. ]

All good?

[excessivehubris]

[ The movement came out of the corner of his eye and Charles looked up in time to watch Steve effortless heft the table up and out of the way. Both eyebrows lifted, he hadn't seen anyone other than Hank manage such a feat. ]

That is ... ah, I mean. Pardon. [ Gawk later, professor, shift your arse now.

Balancing the smoothing in between his knees, Charles took advantage of the space provided and rolled his chair out of trouble. However, rather than keep wheeling, he stopped and turned the chair about, looking back at Steve. ]

Thank you, for the assistance. That was, impressive. [ Rolling a little bit further, he sat forward and extended his hand, smiling in a friendly manner. ]

Professor Charles Xavier.