Lucy, meet Jan. Jan, Lucy.

Last night Jan and I made cookies and brought them to Lucy. She actually couldn't eat them because of a procedure she's having this morning, but she let us hang out and chat with her, so our effort wasn't a complete failure. Lucy seemed pretty uncomfortable with me still, but she liked Jan well enough. And who wouldn't like Jan? She's good at listening and asking questions and making people laugh. She even made a cancer joke that Lucy laughed about for a good five minutes. We didn't mention the fact that Jan is a mutant, like me. It was kind of irrelevant, you know? We weren't there as mutants, we were there as people visiting a sick friend. Isn't that what the gospel's about?