Hey there kiddies! I'm sorry that this was so long in coming, but the holidays hit like a train and I was helping my parents move and starting a whole new semester at the same time. Ugh, real life. Anyway, I know everyone has some high hopes for this chapter, and I have a feeling many of you will be a little disappointed, but I promise these things will work out and there's some excellent Romy on the way! Thanks everyone for reading, can't wait to hear what you think!

Tfobmv18 – I swear Remy is going to open up and have his turn to shine. Probably in the next chapter or two. I just gotta get Rogue to a point where she's comfortable enough with him to start making some demands and showing her southern. Thanks for reading and for the review!

Roguechere – Thanks for the comment my old friend! If only these moments would last…but that up/down dynamic is just so characteristic of Romy. You can't just leave it out.

Shandy – Awww…I loved reading your review! You're so enthusiastic! I'm glad you enjoyed the hair bit…I was worried it was a little overkill, but honestly these are the kinds of things you notice about somebody when you've got it as bad as Rogue does. Thanks for reading!

Bologna121 – Ah, the hair bit. I liked writing it. I always really loved Remy's hair and wondered what it would feel like…sigh. As to Jubilee, I used to really hate her too. Then I got this idea of her that wasn't so annoying, and we're cool now. Jean Grey is currently occupying my slot for "least favorite X-person ever".

Red Skippy – I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I promise there will be more happy Romy moments in the near future. He does have fabulous hair doesn't he? Thanks so much for reading and leaving a review!

Selina – You always leave me such detailed commentary! It makes me downright giddy with glee. Thanks in particular for the feed back on the news segments. It was actually quite tricky to write when I got down to it, and I'm glad you thought it flowed well. I promise Rogue and Wolvie won't be estranged for long. They aren't really estranged now, they just need to have the official talk. I hope you won't be too disappointed with this date, but hey, all the back and forth will (hopefully) have a sweet payoff. Thanks as always for you review!

Part 19: Karma

Yes de weather outside was frightful, but as long as we kept our attention indoors, t'ings couldn' be rosier.

Well, except dat de X-men t'ing seemed to be on steroids. De professor and Scotty-boy were on full red alert. Strategy meetings, danger room sessions, evaluations, one right after de uddah. De world outside was getting dark, but when I t'ink back to dat time, it seemed like all de light had drawn together into a pinpoint, and dat was me an' Rogue.

We were not together. Every time t'ings got too close she was quick to remind me, but whatever we had…it became important. Not dat it wasn' before, but it was different somehow.

Rogue is not de easiest femme to deal wit'. She was worse back den, cause she wasn' used to me. It was like tryin' to play chess blindfolded only yo' opponent keeps stealin' yo' pieces. Fortunately, I'm used to de courting game. De difference is dat wit' uddah girls, all de wooing was jus' payment fo' one big reward. Wit' Rogue, I actually enjoyed de wooing. I looked forward to de small moments where we were alone together, to de sound o' her voice…and when she would let me touch her I tried to memorize it: de weight o' her hands, de silk o' her hair, de swell o' her cheeks when she smiled.

What always stunned me is dat she always felt so small in my arms. Of course she's slender, but she's a tall girl, and strong. I'd watched her lift a building, throw simulated trucks, and put holes in brick walls by accident, but holdin' her…felt like she could slip through my fingers like a breeze.

But let's move on befo' I put anymore holes in my already tarnished reputation. See, while Rogue and I were developin' our romance, we were also developing the other trait fo' which we are known: fighting.

Y'all wan' to know about de date, huh? Let me indulge you. Remy LeBeau is not one to leave de femmes wanting.

Normally first dates aren't as grave to me as everyone else seems to make dem. Mos' o' de time not'ing important happens. Dis time however, I had invested so much and fought so hard jus' to get dere dat I was determined not to make any mistakes. So I decided not'ing too fancy, stick to what I know. If I'm comfortable, maybe she'll be comfortable. Why don' I ever learn?

I kept it simple: dinner, a nice drink, wit' de option but not expectation o' dancin'. I always like to leave myself a chance to get lucky. So I stuck wit' an old favorite: Swing 46 Jazz club, wit drinks, food, and live jazz music every night. It had never failed me in de past; hopefully it would work on Rogue.

She seemed excited at first while she shot down all my dreams.

"Sounds like mah kinda place, but ah ain't dancin'."

"Now why don' you wait til you hear de music at least?"

"The last thing ah need is to fly skin first into some poor passerby after ah trip over mah two left feet."

"Don't worry chere, bot' my feet are right, so you can' go wrong!"

"It's not too late foah me to cancel swamp rat."

"I'll consider dis conversation postponed den. Besides, exactly how much skin you plannin' on showin' chere?"

"Depends on yoah behavior between now and then, sugah," she shot over her shoulder wit' a wink and a smile. I closed my eyes and t'ought o' grannies and cold showers.

Fin'ly Friday rolled around. Rogue tol' me to meet her down by de pool house, seein' as we were still keepin' mum on de nature o' our relationship. I was runnin' late, but it takes time to look as good as I do.

My dress shirt was solid black offset by a white tie and silver cufflinks. My slacks were black with white pinstripes and a white belt, stretching down to my black and white wingtips. Sometimes de classic look is de only way to go, and so to top off de outfit I donned a black fedora wit' a white band. Classic may be classy, but you all know me: I got to have a hint o' color. To dis end, dere was a red handkerchief in my jacket breastpocket, and a small red feather tucked into my hat band. De swinger style works fo' me. My hair was slicked back, and spicy cologne wafted around me irresistibly. One last spin around in de mirror, and my optimism about dis evening increased a hundred fold. If dis didn' hit its mark, den my name wasn' de White Devil.

Wit' a flourish I headed off to meet my lady. I was feelin' so cocky I hadn' even contemplated what Rogue might be wearin', which is probably why de wind got knocked out o' me when she stepped around de side o' de building a few minutes later.

"Why Remy LeBeau, what do you mean by keepin' a lady waitin' so long? Ah thought maybe you'd changed yoah mind."

Her black halter top dress fit snugly over her well-toned shoulders, and hugged the curves o' her chest so dat when she took deep breaths I couldn' t'ink. A red sash pulled the black fabric tight at her waist befo' her skirt flared out, sportin' red polka dots before it cut off just above de knee.

I had never seen e cool, pale flesh o' dose long legs before, and I drank them in wit' my eyes through de silk panty hose. Dere is not annudah set o' legs in de world so gorgeous as dose. Mmm. Dey went all de way to de floor, or rather, dey went down to a pair of strappy red heels that set off de outfit nicely. Her hair was set in long, loose curls, half piled on her head where a red rose was tucked in, and half allowed to cascade down to the beaded red wrap adorning her shoulders. Her shimmery lipsticked lips were twisted into a beckoning smile dat let me know she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

"Ah don't suppose we coulda planned this any better, huh Cajun?"

I was still starin' at her slack jawed, so it took me longer den necessary to realize she meant dat our outfits matched.

"Oh…well…no, I suppose not. I bet all de uddah couples leave as soon as we walk in. How could dey compete?"

She smiled and took a few steps forward, extendin' her hand (which was wearin' a short, black lace glove) and touchin' de side o' my face gently.

"Ya look good Remy."

I grinned at her.

"I'd have to be fo' a girl like you to take me out in public." I extended my arm. "You ready, mah chere?"

"Mah mah, yoah all manners this evening." She hooked her arm through mine, and the sweet scent of peach blossoms, lilac, and jasmine washed over me and made me wan' to bury my face in her neck. Fo' de sake o' de rest o' de evenin' I resisted de temptation.

Once we got all settled into Scott's much abused Camaro ( I don' t'ink dere's anyone in de X-mansion dat hasn' borrowed dat t'ing wit'out askin'), Rogue suddenly got all quiet, and her fingers twisted in her lap.

"You all right chere?"

"Just fine, thank ya."

"Warm enough?"

"Mmhmm."

I paused while tryin' to come up wit' somet'ing else to say, havin' decided not to call her out. "Excited about dis?"

"Um…yeah, Ah guess Ah am."

"Not exactly a glowin' endorsement." I couldn' keep de pout completely out o' my tone.

"No no! Ah didn't mean it that way. Ah'm really excited. Ah haven't ever been to a swing club befoah."

I raised an eyebrow, but didn' press further. Instead I turned on de radio and we listened to some pop-type rubbish quietly fo' the next several minutes. Finally, she took a deep breath.

"Ok, it's two things."

"I'm all ears."

"One…well…ah've never been to a swing club. Is what ah'm wearin' ok? Ah mean, its not too much? Ah won't look silly?"

I laughed at her. I couldn' help it. Sometimes she seems like the oldest woman alive, and den when you least expect her pigtails show and I wish I could give her a lollipop.

"It's not funny! Ah tried to find some things on the computer, and ah thought this was right but now Ah'm not sure. Ah don't want people to stare." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Chere, yoah outfit is perfect. You look exactly as you should. But everyone's still gonna stare, me most of all." I grinned and reached across to caress the hem o' her skirt, and she popped me away with her handbag much as I suspected she would, but at least she smiled.

"Very well petit, one down, one to go."

She took another deep breath, and her cheeks flushed lightly. Mon dieu she looked beautiful.

"Well…um…Ah'm 20."

"So?"

"Firstly that might throw a wrench in yoah cocktail plans, and secondly…are they gonna let me in?"

"You just t'ought o' dis now?"

She shrunk down and admitted bashfully, "Not exactly but ah'd already bought mah dress and didn't want to say anything."

I laughed again. Dis was anuddah strange t'ing about my relationship wit' Rogue: she made me laugh a lot whether she meant to or not. It was…nice…I liked it.

"Fortunately fo' you my devious little vixen, dey know me dere. We won' have any trouble on either front."

"Yoah gonna let me drink?"

"I'm yo' date, not yo' pere. Jus' take it easy on me and I'd be happy to let to try a t'ing or two."

"Are you tryin' to get me snockered so you can take advantage of me?"

"I'll leave dat up to you, petit." I winked at her and she rolled her eyes, but a snicker escaped those perfect lips.

So far, so good.

We arrived at de club, and I opened Rogue's door and helped her out o' de car befo' handin' de keys to de valet. Like I said, I was determined not to make any mistakes. We passed by the line, and I caught de eye o' my good man.

"Mr. Lebeau, good to see you again."

"You too, Brent." I slipped a bill discreetly into his open palm.

"We have your usual table ready for you, sir. Please let us know if we can be of further assistance."

"T'ank you, we will."

Rogue gave him a friendly smile as we passed, tryin' to be polite, but Brent barely acknowledged her with a stern nod and a curt, "Miss." Her face looked confused fo' a second but she didn' give it much t'ought. It set uneasily wit' me, but I shook it off. I shouldn' have.

We arrived at the familiar setting, small table for two, candlelight dancing across de white linen table cloth and reflecting off de fine china and crystal glasses. I pulled Rogue's chair out and made sure she was seated befo' I sat down. She had scarcely had time to compliment de place before our waiter sashayed up to de table, gushing.

"Remy Lebeau! I was beginning to worry I had seen the last of you!"

"Hello Jean-Paul. Would I leave wit'out sayin' proper goodbyes?"

"Judging by the menagerie of skirts you've paraded through this club, I imagine you're quite the expert at it. Speaking of, who's this?"

Rogue looked a little flabberghasted, but extended her hand, "Hi. Mah name's Rogue. It's a pleasure to meet you…Jean-Paul, was it?"

He took her hand and kissed the back of her glove. "What excellent manners! And Rogue! My what an intriguing name! Why she's just plain adorable Mr. Lebeau. What a shame she couldn't find anyone better to spend her evening with." He shot her a wink, letting her know that he was being playful, and she smiled indulgently though it was clear she wasn' sure what to make o' him.

He turned back to me. "Tsk tsk Mr. Lebeau. You shouldn't pick on the sweet ones."

"Jean-Paul -,"

"Ah yes! I seem to be dressed as a waiter. May I take your drink orders please?"

"I'll take a Manhattan, s'il vous plait. And if you feel inclined to more commentary, den I'll also take a bowl of French pre-madonna soup."

Jean-Paul laughed uproariously, barely pullin' himself together enough to manage, "And for the lady?"

Rogue was starting to look a little flustered, but managed to smile and politely ask, "Actually ah was thinkin' of tryin' somethin' new. What would you suggest?"

"Well, it's not as sweet as some of our other cocktails, but I must say Stephen makes a glorious pear martini! It's a perfect blend of mild sweet and tangy crisp."

"Sounds wonderful. Ah'll try one of those please."

"She's got good taste, Lebeau, I'd consider bringing her back sometime. I'll be right back with your drinks." He hurried away befo' I could respond.

"He's quite a character…"

"Yes well, dis is the theatre district."

She nodded and opened her menu. I opened mine as well, feelin' a little off kilter after Jean-Paul's thinly veiled accusations. Did he always talk like dat? Or was it just tonight? I couldn't remember. All I knew is dat de man would pay good money to be my date fo' an evening. Fat chance.

Well we'd just have to get this show back on track.

"Now chere, if you'd like an appetizer den dat's fine, but I can't let you leave here wit'out tryin' de pie."

"Oh?"

"C'est magnifique! De crust practically floats away in yo' mouth, and vanilla ice cream mixed wit' de homemade warm apple filling is jus' like a little slice o' heaven."

"Ooh that does sound good on a chilly day like today. In that case, why don't we just get a salad foah an appetizer?"

"You can have my share."

"You don't like salad?"

"Rabbit food."

She smiled. T'ings were warmin' back up. "Fine, we'll skip the appetizer. But don't blame me if yoah arteries start to look like Mount Rushmore."

"Who knows? Maybe if I can find a nice girl to get me in shape I won' need to worry about de vegetables, n'est pas?"

She gasped playfully, causing her chest to heave and my pulse to rise. "Why Remy Lebeay Ah never!"

But just den de band started to play. I had forgotten how loud de music was. It was good, and de place was hoppin', but we had to lean over de table and practically shout to hear one annudah. I guess I hadn't been as interested in conversation de uddah times I was here. Now it was drivin' me crazy! I finally get de girl on a date, and now I can' even ask whether she's havin' a good time.

Jean-Paul brought our drinks, and we ordered our entrees: Pan-seared red snapper fo' me, and pasta primavera fo' Rogue. She seemed to like de pear martini, and ordered another when she finished it. We watched de couples twirl around de dance floor, and occasionally tried to comment on dis or dat, only to give up after repeating "what?" and "say again?" over and over.

I watched Rogue out o' de corner o' my eye, and she spent her time doing one o' three t'ings: pretendin' like she wasn' watching me, staring longingly at the couples on the floor, and lookin' a little bored. Dis wasn't exactly what I had in mind, and finally I resolved dat I needed to get her to dance if I was going to save dis t'ing.

I leaned across the table again and cupped my hand around my mouth. "Would you like to see de fountains?"

"What?"

"Would you like to go see de FOUNTAINS??"

"Oh. They have fountains?"

"What??"

"YES ah WOULD like to see the FOUNTAINS!"

I nodded across the dance floor, and den offered my arm, which she took before we started making our way across de room. When de song stopped we were strategically in the middle of the dancers. I stopped and grinned at her, using this brief pause in the racket to speak.

"Turns out dey don' really have any fountains."

Her eyes darted back and forth in a panic. "Remy what on earth are ya tryin' to do?!"

"Relax chere, its just one dance."

"But ah don' know how…"

"You don' need to. I got dis. Just follow me."

"Please Remy ah don't wanna do this!"

The music started back up. I pulled her close to me, putting my mouth near her ear so she could hear me.

"Jus' breathe."

As always, she went rigid under physical contact, her hand like granite in mine and her waist immovable.

I leaned in again. "Rogue, trust me. Loosen up."

She took two quick breaths and den let her guard down marginally, but her eyes were still flittin' to de people around us. Carefully trying not to muss her hair, I turned her face back to mine, indicating wit' my fingers that I wanted her to look at me. Dose jade jewels met my eyes obediently and it gave me a surge o' confidence. Rogue is de only girl who has never ever balked at my eyes. Sometimes it's endearing, sometimes it turns me on somet'ing fierce.

First we swayed back and forth a few times, settling into de rhythm. Den I threw in a few breaks….together, break left, back together, break right, spin, pull back, together, repeat. After a few times she started to get a little more confident, flowin' wit' de motions, and smilin' up at me. Me, I was grinnin' ear to ear the whole time. Holdin' her close and movin' together was at de top o' de list when it came to my favorite t'ings.

Finally I pulled her back close and said, "You ready to have a little fun, petit?"

Her eyes flashed a warning. "Behave yoahself please."

"While yo' wearin' dat dress?" Wit' dat, I spun her out fast, and pulled her back, catchin' bot' her hands. Amazingly, she landed right on beat, almos' smiling triumphantly but stopping herself to give me another warning glare. I grinned cause I love a challenge. I grabbed her around the waist, lifting her off de ground and den swinging her down between my legs before I brought her back up and set her down. Her eyes were wide and she had two fistfuls of my sleeves. Folks were starting to eye us appreciatively.

"Remy…"

"You better hold yo' breath, chere." I said wit' a smirk as I pried her hands loose.

"Remy listen to me please."

"Not a chance. I'm in my happy place."

I swooped dat girl up into my arms wit'out annuddah word, and she renewed her rigidity tenfold. Dis was fine fo' my next move: I swung her legs around behind me, catching dem and den swinging her torso back around, pulling her back into de same position she started. De crowd whooped and like an idiot I got caught up in de moment, throwing her legs so dat she flipped over my other arm.

Apparently all de swingin' around left her dizzy, and when her feet met de ground she reeled and den tripped. I reached out fo' her, but too late. She careened into annuddah girl who gasped, froze fo' about five seconds, and den collapsed on de floor. De crowd went abuzz as dey closed in around the fainted swinger, and in de hullabaloo Rogue plain ol' disappeared.

I felt my stomach lurch. It was only a few seconds, but I knew how much Rogue lived in fear and dread o' dese little mishaps dat were so much a part o' her identity. I remembered her face in Sinister's lab, terror and worry and disgust. I remembered her face on de rooftops of Nawlins, when she t'ought dat her powers had driven yet annuddah person from her life: full o' pain to be sure, but more shadowed by shame. Not'ing worse dan dis could have happened. What was I t'inkin? Swinging her around like dis in a crowded room? She had dressed dangerously in an effort to impress me, and I had used de opportunity to embarrass her half to death. I just wanted us to have fun. I wanted her to see dat we could be a normal couple, even if only sometimes. I wanted to shake her out o' dat shell, just let her live in de moment. Dis place had worked wonders on all de uddah girls.

No time to mope. I was not going to take dis lying down. It was just an accident, everyt'ing was fine. Dis evening was going to be saved yet.

With no small effort, I managed to push myself through all dose bodies, but dere was no sign o' de girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid. De girl on de dance floor finally came to, feelin' strange, but it seemed de crowd had attributed it to de heat, alcohol, and exertion. I paced a hole in de floor lookin' fo' Rogue, until finally I came around and saw her reseated at our table. I rushed over.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

Her face was perfectly masked when she replied. "Ah'm fine. Ah think Ah'd like to go home now."

"Now?"

She didn't repeat herself, just sat looking at me coolly and waiting fo' me to say somet'ing.

"Chere, everyone jus' t'inks de heat was too much fo' her. We're fine."

"Yes, but you and Ah know it's not just the heat. Could we leave please?"

"Oh come on chere, at least give me a chance to try and save dis. We were havin' such a nice time. No reason to let one little incident spoil our night on de town, oui?"

"Ah'd rather just-,"

"Besides, you promised to try de pie. Come on, one little slice o' pie and den we'll go, I promise. Fo' me?"

She waited and gave me a long, deliberating stare.

"Fine. Order the dang pie."

I motioned over to Jean-Paul, who returned abruptly, grin firmly in place.

"And how is the happy couple getting on this evening?" He cooed.

De sarcasm in Rogue's answering smile was very thinly veiled, and Jean-Paul's smile fell a tiny bit. I was overly jovial to compensate.

"Tres magnifique, mon ami! In fact, I t'ink we're finally ready to try some dessert."

He clapped his hands together and turned back to Rogue. "Wonderful! What would you like, beautiful?"

"Mr. Lebeau here has given the apple pie quite a review, Ah don't suppose ah can leave without givin' it a try." She gave me a pointed glare as she spoke dat made me wince a little. I could certainly use a miracle.

Jean-Paul huffed playfully. "He always gets them to fall for the pie. You'd think he'd get tired of it after a while. He doesn't always bring such talented dancers though, Rogue dear. You two looked fabulous on the dance floor! Shame about that lush though. Gracious the stories I could tell you from this place!" He rolled his eyes and chuckled, but when he caught my expression he straightened up and cleared his throat.

"All right then, two slices of apple pie coming right up!"

We sat silently at the table, watching the band descend from the platform as dey took de intermission break. Finally I conceded de fact dat de only way back uphill was de path o' submission and swallowed pride.

To dis end, I took a deep breath and offered, "Would it help if I said I was sorry?"

Her eyes cut over to me. "Depends on what yoah apologizin' foah."

I opened my mouth to respond, seein' an opportunity fo' salvation plain on her face, when de nail hit de coffin wit' a loud thwack.

"Well if it isn't Remy Lebeau. What an unexpected and…incredibly pleasant surprise." De voice was like heavy silk, smooth and deep, and de confidence in it was thick as honey.

I turned and saw both a vision and a nightmare at de same time.

Emma Frost, vixen extraordinaire was sauntering over to de table. Why dis one? What had I done to deserve dis? I had met Emma a few years ago at a dis very club. I was out looking fo' trouble, and she was sex on white heels. It was one stupid night, and we hadn' even made de pretense o' exchanging numbers. Granted it wasn' de worst night o' my life or anyt'ing, but still…

Her eyes made brief observation o' Rogue, who smiled up at her incredulously. Emma wrote her off quickly and den leaned on de table, clearly cutting between us.

"Where have you been hiding yourself Remy darling? I hope you're staying in town at least a little while?" De invitation in her voice was plain, but it was only half fo' me. De uddah half was meant to incense Rogue who only continued to watch, dat confusing smile still on her face.

"No. Just in town fo' de evening wit my girl. It was good to see you, though, Emma." I t'ought de dismissal was obvious. Shows what I know.

"I see." Her eyes slid grudgingly to Rogue. "How rude of me! We haven't been properly introduced, have we, sweetheart?" She made de endearment sound like name-calling.

"I'm Emma Frost. I wouldn't be surprised if Remy hasn't mentioned me before. Our brief liaison isn't something one can mention in mixed company, you know."

Rogue took one look at Emma's extended hand and left her hanging high and dry. "Rogue."

"Hmm…I don't think he mentioned you either. Ah, men. What can you do? I don't suppose you would mind if we combined tables, would you Rogue dear?"

Emma had set her agenda, and if I had learned anything in our brief time together years ago it was dat Miss Frost was accustomed to getting her way. She wanted Rogue gone so she and I could relive old times. If it had been any uddah girl, she probably would have been successful.

"Actually Emma, it turns out dis table is a little more exclusive den it used to be. Like I said, it was good to see you."

"Why Remy, I'm hurt." Funny, her voice sounded more amused to me, even though her lips were in a full pout. "Surely any woman brave enough to spend an evening with Remy Lebeau can stand up to at least a little healthy competition."

I opened my mouth to speak again, but to my intense surprise, Rogue laughed, and stood.

"Oh sugah, the only problem with this competition is that nobody ever wins. Still, since you've got yoah heart set, please, have mah seat. Ah was just leavin' anyway and ah hear the pie is delicious." Rogue giggled to herself once more, and den headed fo' de door. Merde.

I rose to go after her, but Emma caught my cuff as she hastily dropped into Rogue's chair. "Come on Remy, stay and play awhile. I've learned some new games I can teach you." She winked at me, and fo' de first time in my life I was offended by a woman hitting on me. I mean, no one accused me of being subtle, but dis was downright audacious.

I sneered dangerously at her. "Sorry Emma, I learned all I wanted to know de first time. Speaking of, I get de feeling I somehow left t'ings unresolved between us. Allow me to remedy dat."

I leaned in towards her face, and she parted her lips just slightly, waiting, expecting, playing her games, but I didn't touch her. I lingered dere only long enough to slip a $100 bill into the front o' her blouse before leanin' back away.

Her blue eyes flickered down only long enough to recognize what was dere before her expression went livid and her face flared red wit' de insult.

I watched her, unsmiling. "Consider de matter closed." I left her dat way as I hurried out de door after Rogue, pausing only long enough to throw some cash at Jean-Paul. I didn' even count it.

I made it outside jus' in time to see her disappearing into a cab. I rushed toward dem but was too late. In defeat, I sought out de valet and asked him to bring de car, knowin' full well dat I had quite an evening still ahead o' me.

How had t'ings gone so wrong?

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