What's one of the first things a girl does when they come back from the dead? They go shopping. They go to the salon. The first day Jean returned to New York for the first time in her new life, she let Hank McCoy cook for her, give her a full physical check up, and then she slept. The second day? She shopped, hit the salon for four hours, and then she shopped some more on a shopping spree that would have made her mother and grandmother proud. The amount of shopping bags that returned with her to the Mansion that day made even Warren Worthington the Third blink. 

And Warren was a boy who feared no dollar amount. Or much of anything else. 

Jean spent the morning working out, then grooming. So short a time after four hours at a salon, there wasn't much work needing to be done. But as any woman endeared to the benefits of hyper-grooming would tell you, there was [i]always[/i] work to be done. And since the team had given her Xavier's now empty master bedroom with adjoining, and glorious, master bath, Jean had all the space and time in the universe to do it. 

"Wow."

The sense of awe in the girl's voice made Jean blush. She was already 'made up' and dressed when the teenager appeared in the doorway, and spoke the word of amazement. There were moments in Jean's life when she was forced to remember that she had been a teenage model, that she was decidely on one extreme of the 'physical attraction' spectrum. Gussied up and dressed to kill, Jean [i]could[/i] wow people. Had it not been for a tragedy and a mutation, her fate likely would have been wealthy philanthroping trophy wife. 

But it was an emptier feeling now, the feeling of beauty, than it had ever been before her death. 

"Thank you, Jubilee." The hint of blush upon her cheeks was genuine, even if the smile she gave the girl was not. It was hard to smile about being admired for beauty, when the sensation of it had become hollow to her. Still, it was fun for Jean to see a teenage girl gawk at what a grown woman could look like with skill and practice and resources. 

"Tell you what, keep Logan from going crazy while I'm gone, and you and I will do a shopping/make-over day?"

Jubilee was different than most girls Jean had known growing up. She could be deadpan and sarcastic, even in the most unexpected moments. So when Jubliee's response began with a dull, "Oh, I don't know. A beauty day with a rich woman that looks like you?" Jean began to think she'd read the girl wrong. Then came the sudden shift in the teen's expression, from dull disinterest to vibrant excitement, "ARE YOU KIDDING!? I'd SO rather learn how to be a sex bomb from you than how to hone my mutant ability."

Even Jean had to laugh. "Priorities--"

Grinning, Jubliation Lee finished Jean's sentence for her, "I haz none. I know. But you absolutely have a deal. Though you have to dish; hot date?"

Jean turned before the full length mirror before her, checking herself for imperfections. She wore a Betsey Johnson dress; the dress itself was a floral grey and white print from it's pleated hem that fell above her knees to it's low back to it's shoulderless and strapless top ending just above her bust. But where the dress ended was not bare skin, but a sheer black lace on black lace polka dot scoop neck, straps, and back that exposed her skin below it's shadow. 

One of the best parts about being a telekinetic girl? Never having to ask someone to 'zip you up.' Only when she was satisfied did Jean grab her black lace clutch purse, and return her attention to the teen wearing yellow and pink, motioning for the girl to walk with her as she left the room, and starting walking to the stairs, to the garage of the Mansion. "Sort of, yeah. I've set up a meeting with a lawyer who has worked for the Senate, the Department of Defense, the CIA, and even the White House."

It was an impressive resume. One even a teen disinterested in much of the 'real world' before her arrival at Xavier's such as Jubilee could be impressed by. "Sounds legit."

"Very." Her voice lowered, not out of state secrecy, but as a girl's will when she's gossiping with another girl. "He's also gorgeous, and he was my last date as a mundane human girl. His family holds a sizeable print-media empire, but he wanted something different for his life. So while he's a lawyer of renown, he will one day be head of that media empire. An important friend for the X-Men to have."

It was the reason Xavier always wanted Jean to be the public face of the young team. She looked like a model, she had the contacts of 'Old Money', and the intelligence and vision to use both to their full extents in assisting his vision. Just because he had died didn't mean his dream died with him.

"So you're going to go schmooze him over to our side?"

"All I want from him is what we're facing, from a legal standpoint."

"You mean," the girl snickered, "besides killer robots?"

Dark as the humor was, it made Jean chuckle. "More like, I want to understand the mechanisms at work behind said killer robots. Take this as a lesson more important than beauty: rare is the threat that is as simple and plain as it first appears. There is usually more at play; the endless gears and wheels within wheels of human mechanisms."

Jubilee didn't quite grasp it, but given the rushed manner of the lesson, Jean didn't blame her. She stopped at the exterior door that led to the walkway from Mansion to garage, "Remember, keep an eye on Logan like only you can. Keep his spirits up."

"Yeah," Jubilation Lee laughed, and laughed loudly, "Right...but I'll do what I can."

Coincidentally, it was a sentiment that mirrored exactly how Jean felt in that moment.

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