Wolvie's Bad Hair Day part 2
      
      Author: vangiekitty 


Disclaimer: not mine, no money, don't sue. THANX.

Hey, someone recognized that the first part of this story was posted earlier on the Wolverine-Jubileestoryboard (which is a great site by the way). Yes, e.vangie and vangiekitty are one and the same and I never finished the story on that site because I got a bad case of writer's block. However, the good fairy of fan fic visited me and now the rest can be told, albeit in small segments as my typing is as slow as ever. As always, please ignore the dreadfull spelling- there is no spell check on the program I am using.

WOLVIE'S BAD HAIR DAY part 2

Jubilee could be quite alarming in her hobbies. Like the time she decided she wanted to be a gormet chef. Rogue claimed she lost 8 pounds that week without even trying and the number of late night pizza deliveries to the mansion tripled. Only Logan stoically ate every scortched and soggy morsel Jubilee served him and even manfully asked for seconds, elicting quiet gasps from the others assembled at the table.

"Why Wolvie, I didn't even know you liked foi gras!" beamed Jubilee, passing her favorite man another heaping platefull of the soggy mess.

"Is that what it is? Uh... I mean sure Darlin', it's my very favorite." he said resolutely chowing down on the horrid stuff. Logan waited untill he was sure Jubilee wasn't looking and then muttered to Gambit who was sitting beside him, "Hey, you know French, Gumbo, what the hell is "fwa graw" anyway?"

"Oh Mon ami, " grinned Gambit, his eyes shining with delight at being able to empart such awful news, "It's de goose liver, don't you know?"

"*Goose Liver?*" growled Logan, turning decidedly green. But he dutifully 
cleaned his plate before excusing himself.

Later, Rogue found him quietly being sick in some bushes around the back side of the mansion.

"Oh Sugah!" she said sympathetically, "You sure must love that little girl to eat such nasty 

food! But why isn't your healing factor helping you keep it down?" she asked with concern.

"Darlin," he gasped, wiping his streaming eyes, "There's only so much my healing factor

can handle. Goose liver!" he moaned, and was violently ill again.

Everyone, Logan especially, was gratefull when Jubilee finally gave up cooking. 

As she told Logan with a little toss of her head, 

"It's just that once I've mastered something, I get bored and have to move on, you know, Wolvie?"

"Sure Darlin', it's *definately* time ya moved on." he agreed fervently.