Storm was off touring and educating about the many exhibits, a hoard of at least thirty, varying aged kids tagging along..some paying more attention than others. Scott and Jean were watching the group from a distance, especially the stragglers.

The older teens however, got more freedom. John, Bobby, and Rogue were somewhere in the vendor food section at some table, messing with two human teen boys. No one, of course, knew they were mutants, for the time being they all seemed just like regular kids on a fieldtrip.

And with everyone busy elsewhere, you got the pretty Russian boy all to yourself.