You were making your way to Xavier's art shed, where he'd doubtless be painting a new spectacle for his collection. But you knew, deep down, that his true favourite fine art was you, his favorite thing to look at. He could never truly replicate your beauty, though that didn't stop him from making many fantastical paintings of the two of you. You knocked on the door, and Xavier opened it, smiling that soft, gentle smile you love so much.

"Evening, babe. Why don't you come in? I've missed you for too long as it is."