Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	Remy has only been at the mansion for a little under a week since things went to hell in New Orleans, trying to avoid as many of the 'old guard' as he can. The less he sees certain people, it's probably for the better. The Cajun is currently in the kitchen cooking what smells like some form of jambalaya as he rummages through the various cupboards trying to find various ingredients.      "Come on, Remy. You can fin' it. Has to be in h're somewhere."
Logan	Likewise, Logan has come in from the cold, literally in this particular case, and found himself back at the mansion after some time out on ops. So the idea of home cooked food has a certain appeal. Even if Remy does not actually intend to share, Logan has a way of being convincing.     Having followed the scent here to the kitche, Logan pops through the doorway, giving a nod to the chef himself. "Welcome back."
Remy LeBeau	That voice. He knows it all to well. "Merde."      Remy looks over his shoulder to the other mutant and gives Logan a brief nod, "Logan." The Cajun wipes his hands on the apron he has over his clothes, and turns to face him proper with a look of cunning curiosity on his face, "You do me a favor, mon ami? I can' seem to find de good spice in dis place. Sniff out the cayenne for me? All I can find is some paprika. Paprika? Dat would just be a sin, non?"      Remy turns to stir the jambalaya on the stove, "Dere beer in de fridge."
Logan	"Cayenne." Logan nods, and sets about the task. He's the best there is at what he does, and right now what he does is track spices. Given his sense of smell, it is not terribly hard to locate it.     "Someone got frisky." He moves over towards the kitchen and drops down onto the ground, extending one of his claws beneath the bottom of the fridge and flicking, sending a small jar of cayenne spinning out onto the tile.     He retrieves it, retracting a claw, and brings it to Remy. "That's a good start to your return, bub," he says, as he moves to retrieve a beer.
Remy LeBeau	"Ahh...merci. I don' t'ink I would have found it under dere." Remy exclaims as he moves to gather the bottle of spice form Logan, checking the date and making a face. He opens it and sniffs at it again, before shrugging and dumping some in.      "Oui, I know how at least lesson the turmoil of my returns, non? Been doin' it too long." He shakes his head, "Nice to have a home to get back to, even if sometime de home don' want you back."
Logan	"Nah, you're always wanted here." replies Logan as he pulls a beer from the fridge and carries one over to Remy. Just in case.     "Thing is, sometimes they're just not so good at showing it." He pops the cap off and takes a long swallow. "But yeah. You'll always have a home here. That's just the way we are."