The next few days went by with little incident. Remy was being fairly civil to Kitty, biting his tongue instead of flipping out at her for leaving her blow drier in the sink while still plugged in, not saying a word when she sprawled out on the couch and took control of the remote. And if he were to be completely honest with himself, he would have even admitted that having her around had its perks too. Kitty liked to keep the place nice and tidy, so she took it upon herself to clean up now and then, which is more than he could say about their other roommates. And, she had a wide variety of hair products, which she openly invited him to use whenever he'd like.

Not that he'd ever admit to using pomade, but you can't get that perfect 'I just rolled out of bed and this is how awesome I look' look by just rolling out of bed.

Things were beginning to become tolerable. And Kitty was doing her best to keep from stepping on Remy's toes while he was adjusting. So while he had taken over the kitchen for his 'Sunday night dinner time', Kitty quickly whisked Rogue away into her room, promptly shutting the door without a word.

"So, how are things?" Kitty flopped down on her blue comforter with an expectant smile.

"Fine, I guess. To be honest, kind of boring." Rogue's mouth quirked up slightly, "I kind of miss you. Sort of. Not all the time."

"I kind of miss you too." Kitty crossed her legs on the bed, making room for Rogue to sit down next to her, "Living with all guys is totally different. I mean, I expected it to be a little different, but it's totally different."

Rogue sat down, leaning back to prop herself up on her elbows, "Is it different from Lance?"

Kitty thought for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, but a good kind of different. I mean, I love Lance and everything but I felt so..."

"Trapped?"

"Smothered." Kitty sighed. "But here, I get to do what I want, when I want. Without people's permission or checking with people's plans. I feel free."

"You know Kit, I'm not exactly a relationship expert or anything, but that doesn't sound very good."

"No, you're not." Kitty said tersly, "There's nothing wrong with my realtionship. I just needed a change of scenery."

"So you changed your scenery to three single men." Rogue smirked.

"You don't know that they're single." Kitty snipped defensively, "And that's not what I meant, anyways."

"I do know they're single, because there's no way in hell you'd be living here if any one of them had a girlfriend."

Kitty frowned, conceding to Rogue's valid argument.

"I just wonder if you're really sure about this." Rogue continued "You're not exactly a master of making good decisions, you had one year left in college and dropped out to move in with your dipshit boyfriend."

Kitty opened her mouth to say something when Rogue cut in, "I know, I know... change of scenery. I get it. But just think of where you could be right now if you'd just stuck with it."

"I didn't want to stick with it." Kitty snapped, "I got tired of everyone telling me what to do, so I took control for once!"

Rogue pressed her lips together and gave her a silent nod, sensing that she'd pushed the issue too far. After a few moments of tense silence, Rogue pushed herself to her feet and jerked her head towards the door, "I'm gunna go get a drink, okay?"

Kitty blinked at Rogue, not exactly wanting to admit to her friend that techncially, she wasn't allowed in the kitchen right now, having just flipped out about finally having a little bit of control. Eventually she reluctantly nodded, figuring she'd let Remy deal with the problem. And if he came to her, bitching about it later, she'd just cry.

Crying gets you everywhere in life.

Rogue slipped out into the hallway, giving the two in the livingroom a curt nod of acknowldegment before scrunching up her nose, "Do I smell fish?"

"Smells like shit." Pyro grumbled, "The whole house smells like shit."

Piotr cracked a grin, watching Rogue as she approached the kitchen, coming to a stop with a hand on her hip, inspecting the ingredients on the counter, "You're making salmon and frickin' steamed vegtables?"

Remy looked up from steaming his asparagus, not having noticed her approach and worked the muscles in his jaw. She was in his work space. This wasn't acceptable.

"Organically farmed salmon." He said finally, "It's healthy."

"It's a disgrace is what it is. This is something Jean would eat." She plucked a baby carrot out of the bag and slipped it past her lips as she leaned against the counter, "I expected more from you."

He forced himself to give her a charm oozing smile, trying to focus on the way she sucked the baby carrot into her mouth and not on the fact that she was eating his $10 bag of baby carrots. "You can't look this good fillin' up on deep fried crawfish and jambalaya, chere."

"Aw, save your healthy eating spiel," She tossed a hand in the air and stepped into the kitchen, which instantly grabbed the attention of Pyro who was now watching just as intently as Piotr from the livingroom. "Plenty of people get along doing just fine, surviving off of much worse." She said as she opened the refridgerator and hung off the door while she browsed.

He whacked a lemon in half with excessive force before letting out a soothing breath, gently setting the butchers knife down, and squeezing the lemon over his cooking salmon, "I don't want to be just fine."

"Well that's your problem then." She muttered, leaning down for a better look inside the fridge. Remy's eyes were instinctively drawn to her posterior, which served to ease his frayed nerves only slightly. "Dieting is over rated. If it was so damn good for you, they'd call it alive-ing or something far less forboding at least." She prattled as she sifted through the contents of the fridge "I just don't think there's anything wrong with indulging yourself once in a while. Forbidden fruit just tastes that much sweeter. If it feels good, do it, and all that shit, you know what I mean?"

She stood upright with a bottle of water in hand and twisted the cap off, looking between three sets of slightly glazed over, unresponsive eyes.

Finally Remy blinked and grunted, "Huh?" Having just realized Rogue had finished speaking, and that she'd ended with a question likely directed at him.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "You've got the attention span of a tick." She griped, closing the fridge door and taking a sip of her newly acclimated water. She crossed the kitchen, with Remy's eyes following her, sneaking another carrot out of the bag as she passed by. "These carrots aren't bad."

Remy's eye twitched. He was being torn between two loves; his food, and women talking about sex.

Not that Rogue exactly realized she'd been talking about sex, but to the ears of any yonung man within ear shot, she had been. And to the ears of Remy, it had been an open invitation. A challenge if you will. He also loved a good challenge.

"Hey." Kitty said carefully from the edge of the room, "Everything alright?"

Rogue shrugged and plucked another carrot out of the bag, "Your Acolyte pals are acting weird."

Remy snapped back to his senses and his eyes bore into Kitty from across the room, "It's Sunday." He said evenly.

"I'm aware." She lifted her chin keeping her eyes defiantly fixed on his. "My friend wanted a drink. Relax."

"She's eating my carrots." Remy pointed at Rogue, still keeping his frown directed at Kitty, "You know the kitchen rules Kitty."

"Kitchen rules?" Rogue snorted, looking back at Kitty with a wry smirk, "I thought there were no rules here."

"There's not." Kitty gave her head a quick shake, "Except for... Remy's stupid kitchen thing."

"And the bathroom thing." Pyro added.

"Yeah... that."

"Also, his aversion to color in the livingroom." Piotr piped in.

"Yes. Thank you!" She snipped irritably, "I'm sure you can spare a few stupid carrots, Remy."

"Want 'em back?" Rogue asked with a smartass grin on her face.

"Just..." Remy scrubbed a hand over his face, "Get out of my kitchen!"

"What a Diva." Rogue quirked an eyebrow, "I don't recall you being so uptight last time I absorbed you. Thank the good lord for small favours."

"You should see him on Star Wars night." Pyro chuckled, "We're over here eating chicken wings and nachos, and he's got a bowl of those mini carrots with his beer. Like a friggin' Nancy."

"Star Wars night? What is Star Wars night?" Kitty cut in quickly, turning her attention to Remy, who had gone back tending to his salmon.

"It's Star Wars night." Pyro shrugged by means of explanation "Stat Wars night."

"One night a month the three of us watch one of the Star Wars movies-" Piotr began elaborating when Pyro cut him off,

"And play drinking games! Star Wars and drinking games! We watch the movies in chronological order though, obviously." Pyro rolled his eyes.

"When is Star Wars night? I like Star Wars night!" Kitty asked excitedly.

"You like Star Wars?" Pyro gaped.

"Of course. Who doesn't?" Rogue silently raised her hand and Kitty waved her off, "Who in their right mind doesn't?"

"See, here's the thing." Remy said, pulling his steamed asparagus out of the pot and arranging it carefully onto a clean plate. "This is kind of... A tradition. A guys thing."

"Well... Couldn't it just be like, a roommate thing?" she smiled, "I'm sure there's enough room in the Millenium Falcon for one more person, Han."

"She's barely even a person." Rogue pointed out, "She's more like an Ewok. And I only know that because she's made me watch the dumb thing before."

Remy gave Kitty a flat smile, "Sorry petite. Guys night. No chicks."

"Oh," Kitty nodded with a forced grin, "I understand."

Piotr knit his brow, "I am sure we can-"

"No no..." Kitty held up a hand, "It's okay. No estrogen allowed, I get it. I'll just, find something better to do during your Star Wars nights."

"Anything would be better." Rogue mumbled under her breath.

"Maybe like, Rogue and I could have a chick night. That would be fun right? We could like, watch a bunch of sappy chick flicks in our pajamas... That would be fun!"

"That would not be fun." Rogue said flatly.

"Sounds like fun to me..." Pyro gave her a toothy grin, gaining him a sneer from Rogue. "You could invite the ginger chick over too, Jean? Maybe a couple of blondes... I bet it would get really warm in that room. I bet you'd have to take off a few layers." He turned to Piotr and wagged his eyebrows, "And then they'd have to come to the kitchen for refreshments..."

Piotr shook his head, "You need to get out more."

"And probably cancel your subscription to the Playboy Channel." Kitty added.

"Well, I don't care what you do," Remy announced with his hands on the counter on either side of his plate, "Just keep your hormones away from our Star Wars night."

"Wow, mister friendly over here." Rogue scowled in his direction, "You have a serious aversion to female hormones. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were overcompensating for something."

Pyro snorted, "She's calling you gay."

"Yeah, I got that." Remy worked the muscles in his jaw, turning his attention to Rogue with an even stare, "I don't have an aversion to female hormones, I just think they have their place."

"In his bed, holla!" Pyro raised a hand for Piotr to hi-five, but instead, Kitty smacked his hand down.

Rogue crossed her arms with an unamused chuckle, "Classic over compensation."

"I'm not gay." Remy narrowed his eyes, "Give me five minutes and I'll prove it to you."

"Just five, quick draw?" Kitty laughed at her own joke inspite of the dangerous glare it recieved her.

"I could do it in two, but I'm a giver." Remy smiled tersley.

"Yeah well, the only thing you're giving me is a headache." Rogue clipped, stomping back towards the hallway with Kitty on her heel, "By the way, quick draw, your salmon is burning."

Remy cussed loudly, realizing that he'd all but forgot about his main dish sitting on the stove top. "Damnit! This is why I have kitchen rules! Stop distracting me!"

"And your carrots weren't even that good!" Rogue called out as Kitty desperately shoved her through the doorway before they could witness Remy's reaction.

"He's super sensative about his carrots." Kitty explained in response to Rogues nasty glare.

If there's anything Kitty knows, it's not to insult a man's carrot.