They love the children.

Rogue finds herself relaxing as these New Orleans men play with Rebecca and Olivier, patiently listening to their childish tales, and laughing and tickling and being as much uncles as X-Men. Remy is enduring a lecture from his Tante Mattie that is threatening to break into a second hour. Mercy is sitting by Rogue.

"So dat's why you can't have more children?" Remy's sister-in-law frowns. Her eyes are troubled.

Rogue doesn't really answer, doesn't need to. These two women, they understand each other. They watch Rebecca shock Emil by winning the pot.

Mercy nods. "We'll help."