"Too much cayenne."

"Not for where I’m from, ma chèrie."

"Well, we’re not where you’re from, swamp rat."

Remy chuckles low in his throat and wraps "his chèrie" in his arms, tucking her to him. She huffs but lingers in his embrace.

"I said that too first time I tasted real gumbo," he admits, then grins wickedly. "Got a taste for spice after Tante Mattie got through with me."

"Oh, really?" Rogue drawls.

"Oui, ma chère." He nips her ear. "For sugar and spice and all that’s nice."

And she’s laughing with him until he kisses her, enjoying the flavor.

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