Fred J. Dukes, formerly the superobese, superstrong supervillain known as the Blob, liked where he was right now. Managing a bar and restaurant on the living island that was now the home for all Mutantkind, Krakoa, he got to make friends with everyone, including people who he fought before. It was shocking, and oh so amusing to see people like Wolverine talking with Apocalypse like they were long-lost friends. He was glad that the mutant in-fighting seemed to be over. The last time he participated in a mutant battle he got locked away in an alternate reality that forbade relationships beyond casual friendship and forbade sex as well.
For a hedonist like himself, it was blasphemy. Although he did start a relationship with Psylocke, a sexy British telepath, while in that world. It hadn't continued once they were free, but Fred cloudn't help but notice that Psylocke was a lot nicer to him than normal.
He had come to expect the unexpected on this island, so finding the strange box with the cookie-shaped button on it didn't rattle him much. Curious, he pressed it, a chocolate chip cookie popping out.
"...Huh," he said after a moment, daintly picking the cookie in his fat fingers and tossing it into his mouth. "Pretty good." He made a few more cookies for himself, and went to open the restaurant for the day. His first customers were Wolverine, Storm, and Psylocke, who was wearing her Captain Britain uniform and looking VERY uncomfortable in it.
"Hey Freddy," Wolverine said, guiding the two women over to the bar. "Three of your special loaded omelettes, and a bottle of the good stuff for me."
Fred chuckled. "What, you're double-dipping now? I thought you, Jean, and Scotty had a threesome thing going on," he teased.
Storm, ever dignified, just smirked, while Psylocke giggled. Wolverine rolled his eyes. "C'mon. A guy can't take two of his female friends out for breakfast without it being a date?"
Fred chuckled, giving Wolverine his beer and going to work on the omelettes. "We ain't allowed to fight each other anymore, so I gotta get my jabs in somehow. I still got claw marks on my butt I owe you for," he teased.
Wolverine snorted. "Never change, fatso," he said.
Storm noticed the button first. "What's that?" she asked.
"Magic cookie button," Fred said. "Figured one of the geniuses invented it or something and just left it here. Maybe Apocalypse, he was in here yesterday... Anyway. You click the button and it makes cookies appear."
Storm frowned as Psylocke brought the button over. "It is unwise to just randomly press buttons, Frederick," the weather-controlling mutant said.
"I had a few cookies," Blob said. "No ill effects, and I could tell if they were poisoned."
Curious, but still worried, Wolverine pressed the button a few times. He took one of the cookies and ate it. After a moment, he shook his head. "He's right. They're damn good, but that's it. I don't feel my healing factor reacting to anything."
Storm and Psylocke traded looks, and shrugged, trying the cookies. He was right, they were good.
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