A/N: I haven't quite decided on where this one fits in the continuity (the options being before or after Laura runs away from the school for the first time.) But it's ready, so it gets posted. For now, it can be read either way.
Seventeen
"What the fuck is that?"
"Laura!" Rogue shrieked.
"I'm not eating that shit! It's fucking green!" The girl continued, viciously stabbing the offending vegetable with a fork.
"Logan!"
That was Marie's 'you're in trouble' tone, if he'd ever heard it. And he hadn't even done anything to merit it this time. It was better to get whatever she was sore about over with now than drag it out, though.
"What?" Logan asked.
Rogue gestured toward his daughter, as if that explained everything.
Logan squinted in the girl's direction.
"Eat the damned broccoli, Laura."
Marie pinched the bridge of her nose, and muttered, "idiot", under her breath.
That wasn't fair. What the hell did she want him to do? Shove the broccoli spears down the kid's throat?
"Language, Logan. Language."
Oh.
"So what, if she says a few naughty words? She's not hurting anyone," he defended.
"Seven year-olds shouldn't have that kind of vocabulary. And she can't start doing that around the other kids. Charles will have a fit."
"Fine," Logan conceded, "Laura, don't fucking curse."
He continued speaking after a moment's reflection, "And eat the damned broccoli."