Scott was on the ground, frantically brushing himself with his hands as Jean held him. Jean was crying in fear and panic as she tried desperately to calm her husband. Wolverine and Bishop were sitting near by with a glazed expression on their face. From all appearances, they were amusing themselves playing with the colorful little fishes that swam around them. The other X-Men were standing petrified on the front porch, as the source of their fear sat on the ground making little colored frogs.
Gambit take care o' dis.
Y' stay back, an' y' keep y' mouth shut, y' hear. The little black and gray dog asked his mistress, as he turned to watch Gambit running towards them. The little girl ran her hand through her blonde hair, and twisted the colored streaks around her fingers. Her eyes, one blue and one green focused on the dog beside her. Ahh, petite chere.