Ow…wat dat noise…?

"Get up, sleepy-head! Storm's making muffins!"

W-Wat? Muffins ain't got not'in ta do wit—

"Oh, don't tell me you stayed up last night watching the Poker Tournament AGAIN!"

*stirs* Sorry, come again? Las' time Gambit was informed, dis was free country, no?

"Oh, good grief…LOGAN! HE WON'T WAKE UP!"

"Yeah, is that so? We'll see about that…"

Logan walked into the room, claws extended. "He's definitely ain't gunna wake up after this." Slowly, he bent down close to Gambit's weary frame. "Listen, Bub, I ain't in the mood ta deal with your laziness today. So if you'd be so kind as to wake up—"

"Ugh, geez, you people cain't let Gambit sleep no more dan seven hours?"

Gambit's words were slurred, but he sat up and yawned anyway. As his eyes were suddenly stung with sunlight, he saw Crystal—as beautiful as ever—and Logan—ugh, not even a foot from his own face. "Hey, cain't Gambit get any pers'nal space, Mon ami?" Logan snarled, and with one quick movement, he grabbed the front of Remy's shirt and held him to a wall. As he pushed his claws underneath the Cajun's chin, Logan snapped, "You wanna talk smart with me, Gumbo? I'd suggest you don't, or you're gunna get hurt." And on that happy note, he threw Remy on the floor and walked out of the room, retracting his claws.

Crystal rushed to his side. "Oh, Gambit! Are you okay? Did Logan hurt you?" She lifted his chin to see if there was any damage. As great as all the attention was, Remy was a little uncomfortable in this position. Gambit s'pose ta help and protect, not be helped and be protected…Crystal seemedsurprised to see Gambit not answering her question. "Uh, hellooooooo, Earth ta Cajun! Ya feelin' alright, Hun?" Remy looked up into her emerald green eyes and actually smiled. "Y-Yeah, chere, fine, Gambit fine, jus'…t'inkin…"

She smiled sympathetically and blushed. "O-Oh! Okay then, you, uh…wanna go get muffins now?" Gambit playfully cocked his head and laughed lightly. "Aw, Krys, don' tell Gambit you got new obsession, no? 'Cause da Coke® would be jealous." Crystal laughed hysterically and "attacked" him. "You nut, wait 'till I'm able to take you down, and then we'll see about making fun of muffins!"

As they rolled around laughing and having a playful fight, Storm walked past the door. What is going on? I thought for sure I heard something…She paused mid-thought and backed up to Remy's door again. She watched as Crystal lunged for Gambit's head and then pinned him to the ground, laughing like a hyena. "Hey! Dat unfair, Gambit wasn't really yet! Chere, g-get OFF!" Storm spied on the two for another minute before Gambit finally got his revenge. Laughing as he did so, he managed to throw the crazy hyena off of him with just enough time to pin her down.

"Ha-Ha! Who da alpha now, chere? Oh yeah, dat right, Gambit!"

"Get-*laughing hysterically*-o-off! Aren't we-*laughter*-supposed to b-be somewhere?"

"Who cares? Muffins-shmuffins, you get one later, no? Besides, Mon ami, you ain't in any position ta go anywhere, now are ya?"

Storm stayed watching the fight from the doorway. It's probably the most action I've seen from Gambit in a while. She sensed someone approaching her from behind, and when she turned around, she saw Kurt. Video-taping the fight! "Kurt, what are you—"

"Shhhh! You'll vuin my audio!"

"Kurt, you can't simply walk by and record someone's…how you say…"personal" experiences! It's rude, and wrong, and you shouldn't—"

"Storm! I'm tvying to get good audio, but I can't do dat with you hogging da footage! C'mon, just let me get dis vun part, please?"

"Oh…fine. But you cannot put any of it on YouTube™."

"Got it, Storm, no YouTu—"

"—or Facebook—"

"—Okay! No YouTube™, no Facebook™, no nuting, you happy now?"

"Am I satisfied? Yes, yes I am."

The fight ended after a while when Gambit accidently charged something and threw it at Crystal. She dogged, but now…the T.V could've seen better days. Gambit looked up exhaustingly at the T.V and sighed sarcastically. "Well, guess da T.V don' work no more, wat you t'ink, Krys?" She looked at him and smiled. "Yeah…I don't think you'll have ta worry about losin' the remote anymore! So…can we…?" Gambit shrugged. "Why not? Your little muffin hissy over now, so jus' let Gambit change and we get muffins, 'kay?" Crystal seemed to glow as she nearly floated out of the room, not even noticing Storm and Kurt.

…

Gambit managed to sneak past Scott in the hall without getting a lecture on his hair, and was now descending the stairs into the lobby, where he'd take a left and then…Wow, Gambit memorize dis place from Danger Room ta lobby! As he thought of how things were at the Institute, he must have run into something, because he felt a sharp pain in his side. He looked to the left—now out of his daze—and saw the little table that the phone was sitting on. He smirked at the thing as if it were Logan. Yeah, t'ink you tough, little man? Well Gambit tougher!

He walked past the table and into the kitchen where basically everyone was scrambling around with different fruits, cups, cartons and boxes. He saw Crystal sitting on a chair in the dining room eating a blueberry muffin, but holding a raspberry one in her left hand. As the Thief slipped in and out of the crowd of starving X-kids, Crystal noticed him swipe a glass and a 2-liter of Dr Pepper®. She laughed as he claimed his seat to her left and sighed, pouring the soda into the glass. "Whew! Who knew Gambit gotta work ta eat nowadays? Gambit sure wasn't expectin' that rush…"

"Yeah well, I think you'll manage for now…And here's your muffin!" She handed him the raspberry muffin she had been holding and then opened a Coke®. Gambit sighed and leaned back in his chair, eating his muffin. "When you gonna take a likin' ta another drink 'sides Coke®, chere? Water ain't even acceptable no more!" Crystal laughed and said back, "I don't know, when are you gonna drop your romantic Cajun accent?"

"Never, it in my blood, Mon ami."

"Oh yeah? Well, as of now, Coke® is in my blood, so ha!"

"Ri-i-i-i-ight, love dat enthusiasm, Krys, keep it up, 'kay?"

Gambit stood, drank the rest of the Dr Pepper® 2-liter, and walked away, his trench coat billowing behind him. Crystal sighed dreamily and put her head on the table. He's so…so, perfect, in every way…hmm…