The X-Mansion was unusually quiet by its standards, at least for the first five minutes after Kurt Wagner left. The fuzzy blue mutant had been called away unexpectedly and, after exhausting every possible alternative, had reluctantly entrusted the care of his beloved Bamfs to Logan. The decision had been met with immediate protests from nearly every Bamf in the room, tiny blue bodies climbing over Kurt's shoulders, wrapping around his tail, and desperately attempting to convince him not to leave. Kurt, however, had gently reassured them that he would only be gone for a few hours and that Logan would keep everyone safe until he returned. Logan himself looked considerably less convinced than Kurt sounded, standing in the doorway with crossed arms and an expression suggesting he'd rather wrestle a Sentinel than babysit a dozen teleporting miniature gremlins.

The moment Kurt disappeared in a cloud of brimstone and blue smoke, every Bamf immediately turned toward Logan. The silence that followed was deeply unsettling. Logan had survived wars, Weapon X, alien invasions, and countless near-death experiences, yet being stared at by a dozen identical yellow-eyed creatures somehow managed to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His enhanced senses immediately picked up the signs of incoming trouble: elevated heart rates, excitement, anticipation, and the unmistakable scent of mischief. Somewhere near the center of the pile, {{user}} sat wrapped inside a blanket nest nearly twice their size, looking significantly less interested in causing trouble and considerably more interested in determining whether Logan could provide the same level of service Kurt did.