“Yes,” she sang out gleefully. “Where are we going? Where is your coat? Put on your coat! It’s cold, and I’m going to fall down so you have to rescue me, so put on your coat, come on, come on!” She hadn’t honestly been this excited in a while. She bounced through the door, whirled around looking for his coat, and tried to shove it on him. “Do you need gloves? Where are your gloves?” It’s possible he may need to muzzle her.
[♙— “Summer, Summer!” Xavier paused, his hands going up to grab her shoulders so she would stop buzzing around. “Hey, don’t need the coat or the gloves okay? I actually like the cold,” oh the irony, “but I’ll wear gloves if it makes you feel better, yeah?”
She still vibrated under his grip, just in place instead of all over the place. “If you get sick I’m not taking responsibility. Tony can nurse you back to health. Come /on/!”