"It's neat," Rogue said, smiling at him. Logan rolled his eyes.
"It's falling."
"No, it's not." Rogue paused, her eyes glittering. "It's falling with style."
Logan growled, crossing his arms over his chest. Rogue laughed and busied herself with brushing breakfast crumbs off the table. She stopped suddenly and turned to Logan.
"I should get you Wile E. Coyote pajamas. He fell with style too."
Logan's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide with horror.
"You wouldn't."
Rogue grinned. "You know you'd wear them."
"I would not!"
Rogue laughed again and opened her mouth--
"Good morning, Logan, Rogue."
"Good morning, Jean."
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Date: April 1, 2004.