"Incredible" There's a wide smile of delight on Charles' face, and he reaches forward to poke at the air underneath one of the coins.

And returning to the conversation, "I can't tell whether that's the case for us or not. Then again, I don't see why not. It would make sense. Clearly something was set in motion a long time ago." At least he can't think of any environmental factors that have contributed towards mutantkind. They come from all over his world; there was no sudden alignment of the stars.

He sits back, two fingers going to his temple in concentration. "My turn." And with a quick thinking illusion, bubbles suddenly start to float down from the ceiling above them, all shapes and sizes, realistically iridescent and popping off the furniture.