"Geena -"
"My name is Elata, Mum."
Elata's mother looked at her daughter patiently.
"I'm a little concerned about your... obsession with mutants."
"I'm not obsessed with mutants! I'm inspired by their amazingness."
"Honey, you keep changing your skin clolour."
"I rather like the whole pink-purple fusion effect."
"That's not the point, Geena -"
"Elata!"
"And that's another thing. You insist on having a mutant name, even though you're not a mutant."
"You think the whole mutant name thing is silly in the first place."
"Well, yes, but - "
"See, the world is full of people like you mother, always persecuting mutants for no good reason!"
"I'm not - "
"Can't you see that mutants are amazing people, with amazing gifts? And one day I hope that one will consent to marry me and bless my womb with his children."
Elata's mother blinked.
"Geena, you haven't joined a cult, have you?"