[It is a hell of a day to run out of coffee. Rogue is exceedingly unamused. She could have sworn there was half a bag left that morning -- and all her chickery was gone. It was like it was a conspiracy. A conspiracy to drive her out into the cold, wet, cold white stuff.
She is on her way to the coffee aisle when she catches a glimpse of Gambit out of the corner of her eye.
...so even Evil has to shop.
She'll just be marking his position and moving along, then.]
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She is on her way to the coffee aisle when she catches a glimpse of Gambit out of the corner of her eye.
...so even Evil has to shop.
She'll just be marking his position and moving along, then.]