"Just because you're incredibly biased"--yes, she'd caught that thought--"doesn't mean everyone is," she admonished fondly. "And all my friends are very cool."

There was a brief pause, a quiet, and then Jean seemed to be sitting in bed next to Logan, legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle. "So, what are you up to tonight?" she asked, as if astrally projecting into someone's bedroom wasn't alarming.