When he slips inside, there's a familiar someone sitting at one of the high tops. At least, probably familiar. Jubilation Lee, a few years younger than maybe the last time they ran into one another in Westchester, looks up at the sound of jangling bells...a line of cheese attaching a slice of pizza to her lips. Elegant as always.

"Well, this is the place to get it," she chirps before plucking the strand of oozy mozzarella free. Her eyes narrow for a second, like she's trying to place him. He looks so damn familiar. It takes her a minute, thinking back to everything she'd heard from Monet and Cassidy, but something does click.

"...New Mutants, right?"