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Rogue raises an eyebrow. He's not sure if it's for him or the cookie she's chewing speculatively.
"How's the recipe?"
She shrugs. "It's Storm's."
"Add cinnamon."
Rogue laughs and comes over to snuggle in beside him. "Tired?"
"Mm." He buries his face against her. She just feels so right. "T'ink maybe I can get used to dis."
"Extended family?" She sounds amused.
"Yeah."