Psylocke and Jean catch up, while Scott fills in Rogue.

"So, how have you been Jean? I've been teaching aerobics over at the gym for about a month." Stated the purple haired woman not without an air of pride in her activities. "I've actually got quite the class... Seems the REAL reason they show up is because my workout wear shows off my legs, they just wouldn't say that out loud."

"Legs... You don't say?" Jean replied, not REALLY listening to the woman's stories as she telepathically peeped on her husband plowing into Rogue over the sink of the washroom. "How VERY interesting."

"Oh my, yes. It's quite the ego boost to feel so desired, I've spent so much time keeping people at arms length to do my job that it feels good to know I'm still attractive." Betsy fluttered her eyes with a coy smile, giving the red head a pose as if in front of a camera. But Jean looked like she was in her own little world, stroking a cucumber in both hands while biting her lip.

"Uhm... Jean? Earth to Jean! Are you in there?"

"Hmm... That's right Scott..." Hummed Jean in a whisper. "Ooooh... Your so HARD right now..."

Screwing her face in confusion and watching the woman stroke the cucumber faster, Betsy was more than a little confused.

"I... See you've got other things on your mind, I'll leave you to it. Tell Scott I said hi... Where ever he is. If you want to talk more I do sessions on Tuesdays and Thursdays at the gym."

"Hmm? Oh sure thing Betsy! Will do." Jean waved back to her friend, catching herself on what she was doing and decided to leave the aisle and head for the bread section. A few minutes later, going over one loaf of bread after the other, Jean smiled when she caught her husband meeting up with her again, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her neck as she giggled from the public affection.

"Miss me?"

"Of course I did, oh, Betsy's doing yoga classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, we should go one day."

Seeing her husband's mind race with images of Psylocke in workout spandex made Jean grin, especially as he shook his head to clear it and try to think about something else. "Yeah, that sounds like fun."

"Good! We'll join her class next week!"

Continuing their shopping through the grocery store, the couple made their way to the dairy isle, saying hello to friends along the way when the couple bumped into Ororo and Anne Marie. The two woman looking absolutely stunning as they were chatting before being spotted by the two.

"Storm, Rogue, what a surprise to see you here." Chirped Jean, sharing a hug with the two women as they both eyed Scott behind Jean's back with a hungry look.

"Hello Jean, you look well today." Smiled the weather goddess back at the former Marvel Girl, tilting her head to the side to peer at Scott behind her. Jean maintained her smile, even in full view of the woman's scandalous day dreams of her and her husband trapped on a dessert island doing nothing but screw like rabbits.

"Why thank you."

"Hey Sug, I bumped into Scott earlier when he went to the washroom." Rogue winked back to Scott with a pursed smirk of her lips.

"Is that so?" turning to look over her shoulder, Jean maintained her smile. "Now Scott! You didn't tell me that."

"I... It wasn't TOO important, just catching up on some old news."

"Oh yeah, nothing too big... Well, maybe PRETTY big!" Rogue smirked, eyeing down between Scott's legs as she made the cryptic reply.

"Well, I bumped into Betsy and she's doing yoga classes at the local gym, gasp! We should do YOGA together one time, it'll help us bond as a team!"

Both women looked to each other with a devilish smirk as Jean read their minds, grinning in her own way as she read them both plotting separately to snatch Scott away for an aerobics session of their own in private.

"That sounds LOVELY sugah."

"Indeed, I like the idea."

"Well... It does sound like a good idea, lord knows I've been getting a kink in my shoulder of late." Complained Scott as he rolled his shoulder, mostly likely caused when he bumped his arm against the air dryer in the washroom bending Rogue over the table. "You know what? Count me in."

"Good! Then its a date!"

Hugging Jean and making their way on in the grocery store, Storm and Rogue paused in their own way to affectionately trace a hand or rub a shoulder against the man before walking away with a swivel to their hip. One that left the man checking his pants to make sure he wasn't pupping a tent.