[Well, one of the things she appreciates about him are those Southern manners. It makes things feel a bit more like home, a bit more comfortable - and entirely too dangerous in their familiarity. All the same, she's not one to back down and she lets him get the door, stepping through it easily.
No longer entirely sure what the "miracle" is that they're referring to, however, Rogue decides that a blanket denial is in her best interest.]
An' maybe the sky'll turn purple an' start rainin' chocolate.
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No longer entirely sure what the "miracle" is that they're referring to, however, Rogue decides that a blanket denial is in her best interest.]
An' maybe the sky'll turn purple an' start rainin' chocolate.
[Also: distance. Hey, distance is good.]