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“I'm never cold, dear.”
“But you look cold, Az.”
“But I'm not, bug.”
“But you look cold.” Megan holds out a prettily patterned scarf, stretched tight between her mittened hands like she means to garrote her husband with it.
He belatedly gets the point, but only after having a look at her mind and there being presented with an image of them sharing a scarf. A good way to actually be garroted, considering her clumsiness, but there's no way he'll complete his long course of life in such a pathetic fashion, so he takes the risk.
The two of them wander down the streets of snowy New York, aesthetically window shopping whilst displaying both their mutantness and highly controversial love for all to see. Ever since the Bad Guys™️ won, the world has been very mutant friendly, at least to those mutants who toe the Hellfire Club's line, so there is no expectation of being pelted with stony snowballs or anything nasty like that.
The scarf also acts as a good way to direct a man where you want him to go…
“Look! Az! Smelly nice candles!”
“I see, dear, I see.”
"Do you have your card on you?”