【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Logan looked for Charles when Scott moved back. Of course, he didn't ask about the whereabouts of the young man, but asked the professor who had trained so many excellent biological researchers, if there was any doctor who could heal Scott's eyes.

He knew a Dr. Hank McCoy who was very authoritative in this field, and his resume showed that he was a visiting professor at X College, maybe Charles could get in touch with him.

When Erik who passed by said meanly, "You can't even pay Hank's appointment fee", Logan knew that Hank was Charles' good friend, and that he had also invested a lot in X Academy.After hearing that Scott has been treating Hank, but it can only delay the deterioration, Logan knows that there is really nothing he can do about it, and his plan to at least mortgage Wolverine to help a little is useless.

The upcoming Thanksgiving has Logan busy, and the smell of all kinds of sweet pies is wafting through Wolverine.The heavy workload left Logan with little time to think during the day, but it made him even more bored in the stillness of the night.

So when he got home at night, Logan began to improve his home decoration.He polished all the furniture with sharp corners into smooth arcs, covered the slippery bathroom tile floor with a layer of rubber non-slip mats, and reinforced the cabinets and knife racks. Logan sat on the sofa and thought about what else he needed room for improvement.Being busy can really relieve the restlessness that weighs on his heart, and Logan feels that he is about to wait for the deadline he set in his mind.

For days, Rogue watched her shopkeeper stir the chocolate and thought she might be able to find bits of ice in the sweet syrup.And when Logan chops the pumpkin, if the splash is not orange juice, he wants to call the police.

Rogue was standing next to the man, and was about to pack a few pieces of whipped cream pie, she endured a bit, but decided to remind: "Logan, don't say 'I'm going to poke a hole in you next moment' Will you make pumpkin pie, I feel like those pies waiting for maple syrup are about to cry in fright."

"I really want to use a knife on them." Logan said grimly, and then waved the sharp steel knife between his fingers in front of Rogue, mercilessly slicing into the finished pie, cutting it into equal sizes The blocky, perfect.

"..." Rogue looked at the poor pie that was dismembered in the baking pan speechlessly. She crossed herself on her chest and said loudly on purpose, "Amen."

Logan sneered at her childish behavior, shook his head and continued with his hands, Rogue took a peek at the pastry chef before carrying the box out to set the food, and found that Logan's expression had relaxed a lot, and the girl was relieved tone.

Rogue, who got off work early, said goodbye to Logan, and happily left with a few boxes of freshly baked pumpkin pies. Logan looked at the girl's back and smiled, then sat back at the front desk.He took out a cowhide book from the drawer, carefully stroked the bumps on the pages, and began to read slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, the crisp sound of wind chimes made Logan raise his head reflexively, and he saw a red-haired woman in a suit and skirt walking towards him stepping on high heels.

"Hello, Logan." Jean smiled at Logan, and as soon as she entered Wolverine, she smelled a sweet fragrance.

"Hey, Jean." Logan folded the books in his hands and put them on the table. He came out from the front desk and said, "Happy holidays, what do you want?"

"Happy holidays, I want to try your special pumpkin pie." Jean replied.

"Wait a minute." Logan turned around and put fresh pies in a cardboard box and brought them over. Jean took the pumpkin pie and responded jokingly, "I think I'm already hungry."

"I hope you like it." Logan narrowed his eyes too.The two exchanged a few words, and Jean was not surprised to find that Logan was hesitating to speak while looking at her. The considerate woman just smiled at him comfortingly. They looked at each other, and Logan got the feeling from Jean's gentle eyes. the answer he wanted.

Jean carried the food and walked to the park she frequented. She sat on the bench alone, took out the pumpkin pie that was half wrapped in paper, and opened her mouth to take a bite. The filling was sweet and glutinous, and the crust was delicious. Crisp and delicious.After a while, a young man with a German Shepherd appeared.The dog saw Jean wagging his tail a little excitedly, but still followed his master at a slightly slower pace, and Scott naturally sat beside her.

Jean looked at Scott's expression, raised his chin slightly to indicate the position of the paper box, the last piece of pumpkin pie was placed on the oil paper, and the golden pie exuded a tempting aroma: "Why don't you try it?"

"Thank you." Scott didn't refuse. He picked up the pie through the oiled paper. When he took the first bite, the soft and sweet taste filled his lips and teeth instantly. Sweets really make people feel better.

After chewing carefully, Scott swallowed the food in his mouth and said to Jean: "Erik and Charles are on a business trip again, and they are going to debug the exoskeleton."

"Next time, maybe I can see the professor standing up."

"Yes." Jean saw Scott smile, even though his eyes were blocked by the pair of red glasses, the utter joy of the youth did not diminish at all.

"how about you?"

"I've also arranged everything." Scott shrugged his shoulders. He had already thought of everything in advance, except for Logan, that man was a variable, and his mental preparation was not enough for him to face him calmly.

"Okay." Jean didn't say much, "I've emailed you the relevant matters." She brushed her hair with her hand, and changed the subject lightly.

"Thank you." Scott nodded, and Jim at his feet felt that the master was leaving, so he stood up and shook his hair, and then moved closer to Jean's legs.She reached out and touched Jim's ear, flicking the beautiful dog's tail, sticking out her tongue in enjoyment.

Scott, who was holding Jim by the hand, saw a box at the door of his house. It was the simplest white paper box, without decorative patterns or ribbons. Jim stepped forward to take a sniff, then turned to look at the owner, its eyes were sparkling, as if it had seen the little meatloaf that Logan made for it.

The young man picked up the box, the contents inside were still warm.Pushing the door open and entering the house, Scott opened it and saw that there was a pumpkin pie in the shape of Wolverine's signature in the box, and the gray wolf was grinning at him with three claws shining.