"I can't really tell you either. I grew up in Anchorage, what we have is a lot of natural parks and giant, scary moose." Scott misses it, he liked living there more than Salem Center but beggars couldn't be choosers. With his powers, it's safer if he stays with others mutants.

Scott busies himself with the sausages, turning them occasionally until golden. A soft chuckle is the reply John gets after the rude comment, he not too worried about it and he knows Xavier wouldn't be too offended.

"He is rich. But he uses his money to help people like me. Some mutant powers are very destructive and normal humans don't always like us." His eyebrows knit together and Scott focuses on the food he's making rather than looking over at John. "Some families turn on their kids when the powers first manifest, it's complicated."