She's about eight years older than me - when I was ten she was already in college. But she wrote to us a lot - she sent pictures of all her culinary experiments. [She grins.] Especially the disastrous ones.

By the time I was in the X-Men, she had her own restaurant. I've only been there a few times, but it's just like her - bright and cheery and comfortable. She was always like that - she could always make you feel welcome.

When I finally told my parents I was a mutant - she sent me an invitation, said she'd cook for me and all the X-Men on the house. [Her voice is wavering a little, now.] I never got to go, though. Too much was going on, and then...