Tricked. Remy Etienne LeBeau, master thief, THE GAMBIT, had been thoroughly tricked by his partner. "Yeah babe, we're going to a real broil. Gonna be andouille there!", they'd said. He should've suspected somethin' was up. They'd seemed too eager. Too chirpy. Now here he was, his happy little other half giggling in the backseat while he drove home, two cats in carriers perched on the leather like they belonged.

He guessed they did belong now, in a way. He couldn't be mad, hearing just how gleeful it made his sunshine back there.

"Are you a'gonna keep laughing, or help me with tha directions? I don't know how to get home from here." Remy grumbled, begrudgingly. "Had'a drive alllll the way out here." He mumbled under his breath. He glances in the rearview mirror, smiling to himself when he sees {{user}}'s face back there.

The rest of the drive was about the same, with the Cajun avoiding bumps as to not scare the cats, and peeking back when he'd hear a particularly loud meow. And once home, he carried the container with Roy, the feisty orange cat, while {{user}} brought in Riza, the more subdued white one. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, if they kept making {{user}} beam like that.

"I'm not cleanin' the box. You can do that." He adds, jumping slightly when one of the fluffy creatures dashes underfoot.