12. LOOKING BACK NOW
SIX WEEKS EARLIER
Rogue was weary when she was called into the Office like business as usual. She sunk down in the chair adjacent to the desk and looked casually at the man behind it, biting her lip to suppress a yawn. Crossing her arms, Rogue spoke with exhaustion tinting her voice, "Is there ah reason why Ah was called inta ya office this early in the morin', Professor?"
Professor Xavier folded his hands on his desk and gave Rogue a small smile. "Good morning to you too, Rogue." he said in amusement.
"Sorry Professor, but Ah was up all night with tha rest o' tha gang tryin' ta track down tha burglar." Rogue replied dryly.
Xavier nodded, "Yes, we all have had a long night... But I think I have uncovered the identity of our late night guest with the help of Cerebro."
Rogue blanched at him, "Ya mean ya had us search tha city in hopes o' findin' ah clue an' all ya had ta do was work ya telepathic magic?"
"It was a lucky break, to be honest." Xavier shrugged, "I believe it was a man by the name of Remy LeBeau." Xavier handed her a file across the desk. "I've actually had my eye on him for a while, now. He's a mutant member of the Thieves Guild based out of Louisiana."
Rogue made a face, "Thieves Guild? That's jus' an old wives tale." she chuckled.
Xavier gave her a deadpan look, "Yes, and so are old bald men who can read minds and great blue furred men with doctoral degrees."
Rogue considered his statement, "Point taken." she waved a hand, "Proceed."
"The Guild will prove to be a formidable foe. I fear that even if we were to go in and corner them, we would still be unable to locate the collar." Xavier sighed.
Rogue frowned, "How do we know it ain' already gone?"
The Professor took a deep breath, "I'd bet every dollar I have Congressman Kelley is behind this... the rest we'll just have to gamble. But we're going to need someone on the inside."
Narrowing her eyes, Rogue said, "An' Ah would be tha best person for that?"
Xavier nodded, "I believe with your background and a scrub down on your file from Forge, you have the most believable back story."
"Ya mean my time with the Brotherhood." Rogue flinched slightly.
"Yes." the Professor replied solemnly.
Rogue sighed and composed herself. "So what's my play?" she leant forward curiously.
The Professor smiled, "First you infiltrate the local places, that way you don't just suspiciously appear. Lay low, but make sure he notices you. Then you reveal you're a mercenary for hire with a vendetta for a common foe. The X-men." Rogue raised her eyebrows doubtfully, but the Professor held up his hand, telling her to wait, "In this scenario you will still have no control over your powers. But don't advertise it, let him come to the conclusion himself." the Professor instructed.
Rogue slowly nodded, "Ta recap, glove on, X-men enemies, play hard ta get an' earn enough trust in ah compacted amount o' time in hopes that they still got the collar?"
"Yes. Do not fret, a few threats from the X-men will scare the Guild into letting you in. They'll be desperate and you'll just have to wait for the most opportune time to strike and get the collar."
Rogue scoffed, "What makes ya think they'll jus' accept me?"
"Mr. LeBeau will be unable to resist you. Resenting the people you once called family, unable to control your powers, conflicted feelings about right and wrong. You're an enigma he won't be able to walk away from." The Professor told her.
Rogue nodded, sighing. "Ah understand. What do Ah do with the collar if Ah find it?"
Xavier shrugged, "Destroy it. Mr. LeBeau only got away with the prototype. Forge has a new model. We have no need of the collar. We just cannot allow it to fall into the wrong hands."
Rogue sat back in the chair once more, she could practically feel the dark circles under her eyes expanding. "When do Ah leave?"
"Tomorrow."
THREE & A HALF WEEKS EARLIER
Rogue was walking through the Quarter with a Thieves Guild tail on her ass. The kid wasn't bad, it had taken Rogue about 15 minutes to spot him, which was 13 minutes longer than it usually took her. If he was on her ass that meant that Remy had finally looked into her and was curious or suspicious.
With the heat now on, Rogue scrambled to think of a way to draw attention away from where her loyalties lied. That was when the idea came to her. She pulled out her phone and dialed Carol's contact. With a sense of urgency she hadn't realized she was harboring, Rogue texted the letters SOS to her Avenger compatriot. After a quick trip to Google, Rogue also added her latitude and longitude.
After that, Rogue had to play the waiting game. Luckily, it wasn't a long one. Rogue ducked into a restaurant to grab a bit to eat and mull over how bad of an idea this was going to be.
When she was out of the restaurant, Rogue spotted Carol flying over the skies of the Quarter, causing a stir among the civilians as they began to recognize her. When Carol touched down to the ground, the chatter became overwhelmingly loud.
Rogue snuck up from behind Carol and prayed that she would be able to decipher the subtext. Rogue knocked Carol off her balance and said, "It's ah shame we gotta keep meetin' like this." she did her best to hide her solemn tone.
"Rogue?" Carol asked in irritation as she dodged Rogue's next advance. "The hell do you think you're doing? Did the psyche's take over again?"
Rogue gave her a smug smirk, "Nope, this is all me, Sugah." it alarmed Rogue how easy it was to slip back into the role of villain.
"I don't want to hurt you." Carol said as a crowd gathered around them.
"Shame, Ah want ta hurt ya." Rogue dropped her bags and darted at Carol.
Rogue tackled Carol to the ground and held her there for the briefest of moments. Sticking her lips next to Carol's ear, Rogue whispered, "Play along. A mission depends on it. No control."
Carol wasted no time in shoving Rogue off and away from her with such force that Rogue was hurtled into a nearby wall. Groaning, Rogue peeled herself off the wall. She knew she'd live to regret this plan. Hopefully.
Rogue made her way back into the fight she'd picked. She hoped and prayed with everything she had that Carol understood her message. Her cover and her survival in fight depended on it.
"That tha best ya got? Ah've been hit harder by Widow!" that statement was not untrue. "'Sides, Ah knew ya couldn't take me in ah fair fight."
Carol's eyes narrowed, "Fair fight?! Your hands are bare. You could take me out with a touch!" Her tone was accusing, but the way her eyes widened ever so slightly, told Rogue that she was giving her an out.
Rogue was relieved that Carol had understood her message. "Think ya can handle ah fist fight, Cap?" Rogue asked as she put the gloves back on her hands.
"Better than you think you can."
They fought like they had so many times before when the X-men and the Avengers would meet to spar with different opponents. If Rogue hadn't known any better, she would have thought their fight was completely choreographed. Every punch was dodged as they both bobbed and weaved with the elegance of ballet dancers.
However, Carol finally gained the upper hand when she caught Rogue by surprise with a head-butt against her bandana, followed by two right jabs. Rogue realized that Carol was going for a left hook and was able to lean back and dodge it. Rogue fell back, but managed to take Carol with her.
From there on it was a rolling match to see who could stay on top longer. Every of often, one would maintain an upright position long enough to land a few hits. Rogue finally regained a moment on top of Carol; the Captain looked up at her and hissed, "Now!" With Carol's instruction, Rogue ripped off a glove and grabbed Carol's face.
The look of fear on Carol's face was worthy of an Oscar. That or she really expected Rogue to use her powers.
"Sorry," Rogue whispered, "Ah had ta make ah statement." She said before she stood up from Carol's faux unconscious body. Who would have guessed that Captain Marvel was able to play opossum so well.
Rogue snapped at the crowd, but she didn't even hear the words coming out of her mouth, she was too wrapped up in her own thoughts. She clapped her hands together in triumph. She hoped that would be enough of a statement to the Guild that she meant business. No Avengers. No X-men.
Just Rogue.
TWO WEEKS EARLIER
Rogue sat in the living room, her heart in her throat as moments before she'd tore into Remy after he attempted to explain his motives. She took a few deep breaths as she attempted to calm herself. She really thought she had pushed him too far that time. She did it partially to rile him up and partially because he just enraged her.
Rogue heard someone enter the room and briefly prepared herself for round two with Remy. Instead she found herself looking at Mattie.
Tante Mattie was an old woman, but for her actual age, she looked pretty damn good. She seemed preoccupied in her head, but when she say Rogue sitting alone on the sofa she paused mid stride to take a seat next to her.
As Mattie sat down, Rogue quickly replaced her gloves back onto her hands. A gesture of good faith.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." Rogue said respectfully. Despite her disdain for the LeBeau family, she really did like Mattie. The short dark skinned woman was a force to be reckoned within the Guild, with a demeanor and attitude that struck fear into the hearts of the weak. Rogue respected that. Also, Mattie frightened her slightly.
Mattie scoffed at Rogue's greeting, "Ma'am? Ain' nearly old 'nough t'be a ma'am, Chere." she said in good humor. "Call me Tante Mattie, or jus' Tante if dat suits y'fancy." Mattie patted Rogue's thigh reassuringly. "Y'know, I ain' ever heard nobody talk t'Remy like dat an' live t'tell de tale."
Rogue raised an eyebrow, tisking her tongue, "Ah ain' scared o' him." she said indignantly, "An' he needs ah good ringin' out."
Mattie gave her a toothy grin, "Oui, yo' right. No one ever calls him on his bullshit. Jean Luc keeps him as happy as possible 'cause havin' Remy 'round is good fo' business."
"Ah'm happy ta provide my services." Rogue replied dryly.
Mattie waved her index finger at Rogue and said, "Yo'd be good fo' him, y'know? Assumin' yo' dialed back dat fiery pit o' resent yo' got burnin' in yo' veins. Ever t'ink mebbe it's somet'ing internal bein' directed outwards?"
Rogue made a face at her, "Ah got no idea what'ca tryin' ta say ta me."
Mattie shifted on her cushion, "Oui, I get dat a lot. Jus' never stop remindin' Remy when he's outta line. Lord knows the boy needs a reality check now an' den."
Rogue's face scrunched up a bit, "What'ca mean 'never stop'?"
Mattie gave her a mischievous lop sided smirk that looked all too familiar, "I got a sixth sense 'bout things."
Rogue shook her head and chuckled, "Sorry Sugah, but Ah think ya sixth sense is broken. As soon as this job is ovah Ah'm leavin' New Orleans fo' tha next job that comes m'way." she lied easily.
Mattie looked at her intently, as if she could see into Rogue's soul. Rogue did her best not to wither beneath the prying stare of Mattie's deep brown eyes. "I know dat fille." her voice full of condescension, "I also know dat ya intentions here ain' what'ca claim dem t'be."
Rogue's head snapped in Mattie's direction, "Ah'm sorry, Ah don't know what'ca talking ah-bout." she tried to recover, but she knew Mattie and anyone in a hundred foot radius caught the tell in her immediate reaction.
"Oui, I bet'ca don't."Mattie said slyly, giving Rogue a big smile and a placated pat on the shoulder, "Don' worry none, yo'. Dis ol' fille won' be tellin' nobody nothin' 'bout anyt'ing." With a final wink, Mattie left Rogue alone in the room once more.
Rogue sat back into the couch, pursing her lips and doing her best to comprehend what Mattie had just said to her. Did Mattie know she intended to double cross the Guild? Did Mattie know she was working with the X-men? Was Mattie just messing with her mind? Could the woman actually have a sixth sense?
After twenty agonizing minutes analyzing every scrape of their conversation, Rogue gave up. She'd realized days ago that looking for logic or reason in the words of a LeBeau was a pointless and time consuming endeavor.
ONE WEEK EARLIER
Rogue stood in the entrance hall of the Thieves Guild Mansion. Logan burst through the front door and locked eyes with Remy, who was standing in front of her. "Knock Knock." he said, his gaze drifting from Remy to her. A growl that Rogue recognized as frustration on Logan's face, "Rogue." he snarled as he jumped at her.
Rogue's eyes widened as she caught Logan so that his claws barely scraped her face. A wave of irritation washed over Rogue as she felt the blood trickle down her face. Now that was just him being passive aggressive- the only way Logan knew how to be passive aggressive, slightly aggressive.
"Ah've got him! Handle tha rest until Ah put him down!" she called to Remy.
Logan seemed amused at her words. She wasn't sure why, maybe because he knew them to be a lie or he just liked the thought of someone actually managing to get the job done with him.
"I don't think ya realize what'ca've got yerself inta here, Rogue."
"No?" Rogue hissed. Of course he would say that. How many times would she have to prove that she wasn't the same seventeen year old kid who wondered onto the X-men's doorstep all those years ago?
"Yer in over yer head." Wolverine growled.
"Ah think Ah've got it undah control." Rogue snapped before kicking Logan in the chest.
Logan stumbled back and regrouped as they both seized an opportunity to regroup. It wasn't long before Logan made another run at Rogue, swiping his claws with no resignation to her safety. Rogue was sure he was doing this in attempt to teach her a shitty lesson.
"What's yer play here? Huh? Teaming up with these low lives, ta what end?" Wolverine demanded as he continued his assault.
Finally a question that didn't undermined her abilities. This question questioned her plan- the Professors plan, which was much less insulting. "Money." Rogue replied, "Revenge. Boredom. Take ya pick."
Logan's eyes narrowed, "It doesn't haveta be like this. Ya could still leave with us." he paused, standing up straight to look Rogue in the eyes. The message was clear, her out was there. After this fight she was on her own in the Big Easy.
"Can't do that, Logan." Rogue shook her head, as she spoke slightly out of breath. "Ah ain' got what Ah came for. Now, quit holdin' back. It's showtime." Rogue extra enunciated the 'show' before she leapt toward Logan.
Logan dodged her attack with ease, as was her plan. "Don't tell me tha Wolverine had grown soft in my absence?" she mocked, beaconing him forward with her bare hands.
Next thing that Rogue knew, she was standing up straight. Logan stood in front of her; his three claws were embedded into her midriff. Rogue's eyes widened in shock and in pain as someone screamed her name in the background.
"There's tha Wolverine Ah was lookin' for." Rogue said with some difficulty as the blood poured from her mouth. "Now's time for my rebuttal." she smirked as she grabbed the sides of Logan's face.
Logan's eyes flew open as Rogue took what she needed from him. First Rogue felt the scratches on her face disappear. Then Rogue pulled Logan's claws out of her with one hand and continued to hold onto his face until she felt the three holes in her stomach become whole once more. Pushing the now unconscious Logan away from her, Rogue turned her attention to the rest of the fights in the entrance hall.
In her head, Logan's psyche whispered, "I hope ya know what yer doin', Stripes."
Rogue immediately spotted Remy gapping at her in awe. Surveying the entrance hall, she decided Northstar was the most imminent threat to her operation.
Making her way over to Remy's side, Rogue watched as Jean-Paul bounded around on the rafters above them, dodging Remy's expertly placed exploding cards.
"Yo' good, Cherie?" he almost sounded worried.
Scoffing, Rogue said, "Gonna take more than stabbin' me in tha gut ta kill me." Unless Logan wasn't around for her to syphon that is.
"Noted." Remy mused as he threw more cards at Northstar.
"Imma need ya ta actually hit Northstar, Sugah." Rogue said impatiently.
"Been tryin'." Remy hissed, "He ain' exactly an' easy target."
Rogue knew that she was going to need more than just a tactile take down of Wolverine to hammer the final nail in the coffin that was Remy's trust in her. She knew what he had to do, it turned her stomach, but Rogue had another awful plan to get the job done.
Stepping in front of Remy, Rogue shouted upward, "Jean-Paul!-" Rogue continued shouting upward, but even she could not believe the words that came out of her mouth.
Rogue hated herself for exploiting her teammate's sensitive spot. She hated herself even more when Northstar stopped so quickly that he nearly fell over. The look on Jean-Paul's face was one of pure distraught then it changed to one of rage
In his fit of rage, Jean-Paul darted toward her... Rogue was ready for him; however, she had Wolverine's claws extended out so that the entire Guild could see them. With Remy's eyes on her, Rogue held up her hand to impale Northstar like Wolverine had done to her just a few moments earlier. Rogue squeezed her fist as she threw her hand out to meet Northstar's stomach.
When he was close enough that Remy could no longer see her claws, Rogue retracted them substantially. Rogue left just enough claw sticking out of her hand to draw some blood from Jean-Paul's stomach but not seriously maim or harm him.
"Ah'm sorry, JP." Rogue whispered as he fell into her and she caught her. When his head leaned near her shoulder Rogue quickly added, "Ah need ya ta play dead, Sugah." Rogue lowered Jean-Paul down to the ground, kissing his cheek. She made a show of pulling her hand away from his stomach before standing up and turning back to Remy.
Remy was staring at her with his mouth ajar. Either he hadn't believed she could take out her "former" team or hadn't believed she truly would. In the background, Rogue heard Scott screaming at her, asking her what she's done.
To really sell it, Rogue looked over at him and snarled, "Ah've sent ah message. Northstar is dead. You Are Next." As she did so, she did her best not to look down at her glove that was stained red with Jean-Paul's blood.
"I don't think so." Rogue thanked her luckily stars that Kitty had finally come out to play. Kitty grabbed the unconscious Logan and the faux unconscious JP and phased them out of harm's way- aka her line of sight.
Piotr and Scott squabbled about something as Rogue attempted to get her barrings about her. The next thing she noticed was Scott reaching for his visor. She knew what that meant.
"TAKE COVER!" she cried as Scott opened fire on the Guild. She closed her eyes and dove in front of Remy to take the blow.
After the brunt of the impact from Scott's optic beams, Rogue shifted as she and Remy flew through the air so that she would, for the second time in a week, be slammed against the wall. Rogue grunted as her body absorbed the entirely of the blow as she and Remy smacked against the wall.
First thing out of Remy's mouth was, "Chere, at dis rate, Imma start t'inkin' yo' care 'bout me."
Rogue rolled her eyes and shoved Remy off her. She hopped to her feet to take in the rest of the entrance hall. The X-men were gone, and if all went according to plan, they would not be back. She paid no attention as the teenager she'd come to know as Emil poke his head through the front door cautiously.
Remy and Emil engaged in a snapping match that ended in Remy walking dangerously in his cousin's direction.
That was her cue. Now was the time to really sell phase three. Placing a hand on her forehead, Rogue recalled all the times she'd been overwhelmed by psyches. It wasn't too hard to re-intact a once episodic experience.
Rogue forced Logan's bone claws out her hand and moaned in pain (which was somewhat genuine, that hurts). She let her legs buckle, falling to her knees. Her sudden collapse caused a stir around the thieves around her. She heard them discussing her behavior in the background, something about a file, and the names of the people she may or may not have absorbed during her stay in New Orleans.
Rogue let out a piercing scream as she clutched her head in pain; she retracted two claws on her left hand. While doing that, Rogue channeled the remaining residual power from the last time she'd actually absorbed Carol and managed to levitate herself off the ground. It was exhausting and soon enough, the pain in Rogue's head was real and she knew she would be unable to keep herself in the air for long.
Using the last bit of Carol's power she had, Rogue started to take to the air even higher, but a hand caught her ankle. She could hear Remy shouting her name in anxiety, but she could only respond by collapsing back to the ground. Remy caught her and cradled her in his arms. She didn't focus on that, the pain had become too real, and everything was fading. She knew she shouldn't have, but in desperation, she had whispered, "Help."
The next thing Rogue knew, she was lying in a bed, attached to a heart monitor, with Tante Mattie at her bedside. For a woman who claimed to know that Rogue was a traitor, she seemed to enjoy Rogue's company.
TWO WEEKS POST OPERATION GUMBO
Rogue had been uncharacteristically introverted after making her return to the mansion. She wasn't sure what it was, but something about the New Orleans mission wasn't sitting right with her.
Honestly, it could have been any number of things, like the dirty Congressman who was still floating around in her head or the look in Remy's eyes after he realized she'd been a plant all along.
She wasn't sure why she was all torn up. She didn't even like Remy. She saw him as a weak little man who would rather take the easy way out then face his problems. He was shady. He was easy manipulated by his adoptive father. He was selfish.
He was everything that Rogue could have been if she'd never found her way to the X-men.
Maybe that was her problem with him, he reminded her of everything she didn't want to be. But the psyche version of him in her head... he had revealed things that made Rogue sick to her stomach. She had not been alone in noticing her shared characteristics with Remy. He had seen them too; they had attracted him to her. He saw her as the one person who had any chance of understanding him. He had lead her down to the vault in hopes of convincing her of running away with him, but also in hopes that he would be able to grant her the freedom (through the collar) that he had never been able to give himself.
And she had betrayed him. She could have taken the collar, no matter what. He would have let her. Instead, she left him unconscious for the Guild to find him. She'd justified it at the time as cleaning up a lose end, making sure he couldn't follow her, but now. Now Rogue saw it for what it really was. She had done it to punish him, left him there to take the wrath of his Guild. Even if he had taken the out she provided him, he still would be under fire for bringing her on in the first place.
She had played judge, jury and executioner with a man's life. She didn't even know if he had lived through the whole ordeal. The guilt was beginning to consume her. He wasn't the innocent victim he thought he was, but he was hardly the villain in the story. Every fiber in her being wished she could go back and change it. She knew she should have let him run. Not letting him do so was hypocritical of her. How many times had she run? Too many to count. But she had lectured him. And lectured him. And she may very well of gotten him killed.
She should have let him run.
Rogue snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of her name.
"Anna!" Scott called for the third time.
Rogue looked around the War Room somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry, Sugah, didja want something?" she asked.
Scott sighed, placing one hand down on the table and leaning on it, "Where you paying any attention at all?"
Rogue sat up straight in her chair, "Ah'll give ya three guesses." she said dryly.
As Scott massaged his temples in irritation, Bobby spoke up from his head, "Aw give it a rest Summers." he pleaded, "Rogue's back, the collar destroyed. Can't we have a little fun until the next Kree invasion?"
Scott glared at Bobby, "If we sit around and have fun until the next Kree invasion, we won't survive the next Kree invasion." he said in exasperation. Turning back to Rogue, Scott continued, "Let me re-explain the briefing you missed while on Planet Rogue. Cerebro has picked up some strange signals from Antarctica. We will continue to monitor the situation, but if the signal continues, we will move in to investigate."
"Antarctica?" Rogue scoffed, "What could possibly be in Antarctica?"
"That is precisely the point." Hank reinforced.
With a wave of her hand, Rogue said, "What'ca think is up there? Some kinda savage land?"
Logan perked up at Rogue's words, "Now that sounds like my kinda place."
Jubilee rolled her eyes, "Of course it does."
Later Rogue sat on the roof of the Mansion under the stars. She was wearing her pajamas and had her knees tucked to her chest.
A hand on her shoulder didn't even startle her. She was too wrapped up in her thoughts to react in a timely manner to the real world.
Jean-Paul sat down beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Not really." Rogue murmured.
"Wanna talk about it?" Jean-Paul pressed. "I have the sneaking suspicion it's about that smokin' hot Cajun." he grinned.
Rogue stared out into the nighttime sky, "Is it that easy ta tell?"
Jean-Paul snorted, "Only to everyone with eyes. And anyone who has a good telescope in space."
Rogue groaned, and covered her face in her hands, "Ah made ah mistake JP."
Jean-Paul's head shot up, "Rogue, don't tell me you slept with him!" he squeaked, "Wait, no, please tell me you did. And give me details."
Rogue laughed at his eagerness, "No. Worse. He asked me ta run away with him. Instead, Ah... Ah knocked him out an' left him ta the sharks."
Jean-Paul whistled, "Oh, that's not nearly as romantic."
"Ah know." Rogue sighed, "Ah was jus' so angry at him... but it wasn't really him. It was tha parts of him that reminded me of who Ah used to be, tha parts Ah am so ashamed of... and he just..."
"He didn't forsake his family and everything he's ever known despite it's corruptness and run off to join a rag tag team of heroes trying to make the world a better place for human and mutants alike?" Jean-Paul quipped.
"No." Rogue huffed. "Tha X-men ain' the end all be all for repentin'."
"I could have been referring to the Avengers."
Rogue glared at Jean-Paul. "The rag tag team notwithstanding, Ah made ah mistake. Ah disregarded all the red tape Remy was wrapped up in with tha Guild... He ain't ah great man, hell he ain't even ah good man, but most importantly, he ain't me... Ah shouldn'ta judged him based on what Ah wanted him ta do."
Jean-Paul rubbed his hand up and down her arm, "That's quite the observation. I'm proud of you."
This time, Rogue flashed him a real smile, "Thanks, JP. Ah appreciate it."
A/N: I am so sorry this is late.
So, I hope I made Rogue's motives for being a jerk to Remy abundantly clear. However, I'm not saying Rogue's actions are correct or even justified. She didn't know the whole story and judged anyway. She's just as flawed as everyone else, even though she's my favorite.
NEXT WEEK: The Final Chapter/Epilogue: Remy starts going by Gambit and tentatively joins the X-men... but wait, where's Rogue?
***When going through my file on this story and found the original ending. If you'd all like, I can post it as an "alternative ending". It's not nearly as long as the current one and it's pretty similar, but it has a rousing speech from Logan that I enjoy. Just let me know if you're interested.****