Logan: I don’t wanna’ be here.
Marie: I know, figured as much when you kept taking the wrong exits.
Logan: Not my fault Scooter’s electric map thing is a piece of shit.
Marie: Don’t you dare blame it on that Mr. Enhanced Senses. Besides, I just saw the destination you punched in and I don’t remember telling you that we needed duvets from Hooters.
Logan: Hehe… hand musta’ slipped… a couple times.
Scott: Right… because the thought of a bunch of women in tight tank tops and short shorts hadn’t even crossed your mind? Seriously, I thought you were better than that Logan.
Logan: Grow a pair One-Eye. I like the chicken and the beer and if one of the girls threw a look or two my way, I’d tell em’ to keep on walkin’, cuz I’m taken.
Marie: *swoons* Oh Logan.
Jean: Oh chicken… I’m famished. I wouldn’t mind having a few double D’s in my face if it means I get something in this stomach.
Logan: That a girl Jeannie.
Scott: Okay, we’ll get the last few things on the list then-
Logan: To Hooters!
Scott: No. We’ll go somewhere a bit more family friendly… I don’t want a side of orgasm with my dinner thank you very much.
Logan: Family friendly my as-
Marie: That sounds like a great plan. Doesn’t it Logan?
Logan: No.
Marie (whispers): Say it or this candy shop is closed.
Logan (gritting through teeth): Sounds like a great plan Scoote- Scott.
Scott: Thanks, and if you need something to tide you over until then… I’ve got trail mix!
Jean: Ooh- wait… which kind of raisins?
Scott: Sun Maid. Is there any other?
Jean: Goody!
Marie: Logan! Put. The. Claws. Away.
Logan: What? I was just admiring how… shiny… the blades look under these florescent lights.
Marie: I’m sure you were. Keep your hands in your pockets.
Logan: How bout’ I keep em’ in *your* pockets?
Marie: Not now.
Jean: Look Rogue! Storage bins!
Marie: Ooh!
Logan: And we need them… why?
Marie: Because… we’ve got a lot of stuff… and I don’t think it’ll all fit in the wall closet.
Logan: Wanna’ try again darlin’?
Marie: Ix-nay on the orage-stay for the bodysuits and atex-lay.
Logan: Oh. *grabs four bins, thinks about it then takes six more*
Marie: Logan!
Logan: Marie, we’re gonna’ need all these… trust me.
Scott: Orage-stay?
Jean: Honey, don’t strain yourself… I’ll tell you later.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I guess this would take place before “Two X-couples Go Grocery Shopping.” Oh, and apologies to Bed, Bath & Beyond, Hooters and the makers of Sun Maid raisins;)