Just a little oneshot that popped into my head about Logan and Rogue's relationship. I'm not a shipper. This is only friendship and that bit of father/daughter relationship that they have.

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Rogue tilted her head as she heard the footsteps of someone entering the kitchen. "Good morning, Logan," she said towards her toast.

As he came up behind her, his feet shuffled on the linoleum, deliberately noisy. She almost sighed. It was going to be one of those days. He reached around her and stole one of her slices of toast.

He bit into it and sat down on one of the stools at the counter behind her. She knew he wanted to get a reaction, so she didn't object to the theft. She just buttered the other slice and set it on her plate. The toast was followed by a large helping of eggs she'd just cooked, and the bacon. She fished a mostly dry fork from the dish rack.

Then she turned around and slid her breakfast across to Logan. He glanced up at her in surprise. She stared at him, waiting.

It only took a moment for him to realize what she was waiting for. "Morning," he grumbled reluctantly, making the one word both apology and gratitude.

She smiled at his antagonizing nature, and she turned back to restart breakfast. "You're going to have to find someone else to start a fight with, Logan. I'm not going to oblige you this early in the day."