Jean smiles, a warm flutter of transparent pleasure, at the shake.

"Me, too. It's been a while, either side, since I've had a night off."

Over a year since they moved to The Treehouse, leaving behind the quiet of The Summer House and the raucousness of Krakoa both. Neither ever more than the gateway in The Treehouse away, but it was also different. Back into the belly of the beast in so many ways. Not a place for much rest, in very different other ways.

"When did this place happen?"