One snowy day in Bayville, New York, Kurt Wagner 'ported outside his sister's room. He looked both ways down the hallway before clearing his throat and knocking. "Rogue?" He asked, double checking the hallway was clear before continuing. "Do you vant to build a snowman?" He sang. "Come on, let's go and play! I haven't seen you recently. Come out so I can see, you haven't gone avay." Kurt 'ported Jamie out of the hall before continuing. "I know that ve're best buddies," Kurt heard a muffledYeah right! come out of Rogue's room before he continued. "But I guess ve're not. I vish you vhy! Do you vant to build a snowman? We could also pelt Gambit with snowballs." He finished, partially appealing to her fondness of hitting the New Orleans native.
Kurt cleared his throat in preparation for the second verse just before the lock clicked, signaling the door was open and Rogue stuck her head out.
"Ah'm only doing this because Ah know a good place to throw snowballs without getting caught." She said, stepping out in full snow gear.
"Vere you the one who kept throwing snowballs at me last year?" Kurt asked as they headed in the direction of the roof.
"Nah. That was Logan." Rogue replied with a small grin.
"Was? Logan?! But vhy?"
"Don't feel bad Kurt. He got Hank too, when he came outside."
"... It's the fur, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah." Rogue replied as they exited onto the roof, firing snowballs at a confused and, by the end of the days anyway, pissed off Cajun man.