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When Scott slunk down to the kitchen in the middle of his second night at the mansion, he found Professor Xavier eating reheated takeaway pizza in his dressing gown.
"Scott," he said, with no hint of surprise or rebuke. "I can tell you're hungry. Would you like a slice?"
"You eat pizza?" It slipped out before the boy could stop himself, and he blushed.
A tiny smile twitched at the corner of the professor's mouth. "Contrary to popular belief, I do eat. Occasionally, I even sleep."
Scott didn't know what to say to that, so he reached for a plate.
The End