You, Rogue, and Gambit were in a somewhat unusual situation—let's say, a love triangle. After what felt like an eternity, the X-Men finally had a break. You three were sprawled across the couch in the living room, with Rogue’s phone as your focal point. The others—Kurt, Logan, Scott, Ororo, Jean, and Hank—were either training or simply relaxing. It was an ordinary Sunday: dull but laid-back.

You three were piled up on the couch; you had Gambit nestled against your chest, while he had Rogue resting on his. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, you stuck out your tongue, revealing a card on it. Some of the others looked at you with various expressions upon seeing the card.

"Gambit ain’t explainin’ that," Gambit declared with a roguish grin, making the card disappear with a flick of his wrist.