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Licking Cream

Gambit made his way through the mansion, his thieving abilities on full alert. He wanted to avoid Logan at all cost. He couldn't take his mind off Logan and Colossus, alone in a crappy motel room. He shook his head.

"Hey, Rems." Bobby perked up from his search in the fridge. "Where are you my little friend? I know there's still one in here. Ah ha!" He turned around holding an ice cream sandwich. "Wow, you don't look so good."

Gambit let out a small smile. "Tanks homme, Gambit didn't know."

He sat down, wondering how long Bobby was going to stay there. He wanted some of his Gumbo and didn't feel like sharing any of it, and he knew how much Iceman loved it. Said it reminded him of his good friend Pyro. He snorted.

Caught in his thoughts, the sudden sound of a blender surprised him. He breathed. It wasn't good for a thief to be caught unawares. Looking around, he wondered at all the food, most of them ice creams, set about.

Bobby grinned. "You have to try my famous drink. It's so cold you won't be about to think about anything else."

Gambit smiled back. "Didn't know you had a famous drink, homme."

Bobby shrugged. "It's sort of like a pick me up when I'm felling under the weather." He laughed at his own joke. "You know, Logan's out in the training room. He should be done soon."

Gambit frowned at that. "Dat's nice, homme." He spoke slowly, trying to find Bobby's angle.

Bobby frowned back. "Well I figured you were upset cause you couldn't find him. After all, aren't the two of you…?" He trailed off, eyebrows rising as though he'd just been about to say something he shouldn't have.

"Logan and I are friends, homme." Gambit whispered, feeling even worse hearing those words out loud.

"Yea, yea, just friends." Bobby was quick to reply, taking a bite of his ice cream sandwich and pouring the drink.

Logan was hungry. He'd been training all morning and he was in the mood for a nice piece of stake, some mash potatoes on the side and maybe some tomato juice poured over it. He opened his senses to try and spot if there was anyone in the kitchen. He didn't want to see the boy just yet, especially after the unwanted conversation he'd had with Colossus, but he refused to wait to get something to eat. It was his kitchen too, damn it.

Getting closer, he heard some noise and finally Gambit's voice. "Merde but you can make a mess homme. Watch de liquid, don't pour it everywhere!"

Bobby was next to speak, and Logan found himself trying to control his growing anger. "Come on Rems, this isn't exactly my first time."

"Well, at least clean it up, Gambit don't want to walk in it."

"Yea, yea, yea."

Logan growled. He had to stop this before it got too far. Night and early morning was one thing, but the kid, Jubilee, could walk in at any time. He slammed to door open.

Gambit had his hands crisped against the table. He couldn't see Bobby anywhere, but he'd been so sure.

"Hey Logan." Bobby perked up, his head coming up from under the table, just beside Gambit. He's face had some clear, whitish substance around his face.

Logan growled and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Come to think of it, he just really didn't want to see Remy just yet.

"What's with him?" Bobby asked, finishing off his ice cream and throwing away the Kleenex he'd used to wipe off the mess he'd been making.

Gambit shook his head. "Don't know, homme, but dis Cajun just got un Enfer de brain freeze."

Bobby grinned. "I told you, you wouldn't be thinking about anything.