It's one of those moments. The mighty Wolverine comes down from on high and sits across from Remy, the one man he's never quite got along with—stealing his favorite cub from under his nose might have something to do with it—and offers him a truce.

At least, that's how Remy chooses to interpret the simple grunt and afterthought of, "I guess you keep her happy."

He takes another swig of his drink before answering. "I try to."

"You pick the middle name yet?"

Remy eyes Logan dubiously, but the feral shrugs, seemingly nonchalant.

"Thought you might like Kayla."