She looks around. "Stay here."

"That's okay, as long as you're happy."

She furrows her brows in concentration.

"Thinking about something?"

"Don't know if I'm happy."

"...Is that a problem you have a lot?"

"I was born today."

He laughs. "Fair enough." 

Meanwhile, Moira is still duelling with Charles, having the time of her life testing her might against a new speedster.

Charles doesn't quite match her but it's close enough to be challenging, and the more ticked he is the faster and stronger and more agile he is.

She resorts to tickling him to try and boost his powers.

That only annoys him—so it does in fact help.

"You are a worthy challenger," she says between striking and dodging.

"You are annoying," he says, laughing between dodging and striking.

"I wonder how strong a good kick to the bollocks would make you."

"Don't you dare," he growls.

She makes a wild kicking motion, deliberately stopping just short of her supposed target.

He dodges anyway, and attacks.

She is very fast. "You are so adorable when you're angry."

Pounce!

She lets him get her, he's earned it.

Meanwhile, Carol and Maurice have been testing colours. Blue makes things cold, black makes things warm, purple makes things slippery, orange makes things more solid...

"I love my powers, wouldn't trade them for anything...but if I had to I'd want yours."

"It's really cool," she says smugly. "I wonder if I could have a color that sets things on fire."

"And this is why we test new colours on sand and rocks."