Rebecca has no problem being the small queen of all the attention showered on her by tantes and oncles she didn't even know she had. Olivier is harder to please.

Remy's actually going over some of the statistics for Rogue's training when all the papers are rudely shoved out of his lap to be replaced by a small boy staring up at him reproachfully, book in hand.

"Read," Liv commands imperiously before settling in to enjoy himself.

More than a little startled, but certainly not about to argue, Remy opens the book of fairytales and begins to read. He smiles.