my psi-probe reveals... no mental illness

Excerpt from Reckoning, Chapter 5

Rogue opened her mouth to greet the men in question when a loud smack echoed through the foyer, followed by a flurry of French. Spinning around, Rogue spotted Remy rubbing the back of his head while the older woman shot him a look that could have stripped paint. Mercy stood beside Remy with a hand over her mouth that didn't quite cover her snickers.

The older woman's eyes landed on Rogue before snapping back towards Remy. Then, to Rogue's utter delight, the woman reached up and twisted his ear, marching him over to her. The Swamp Rat had to stoop considerably to accommodate the woman's much smaller stature or risk losing an ear.

Stopping directly in front of Rogue, the woman let go of Remy's ear and switched back to English.

"Well go on, Honeychild. Introduce us. Properly. Like I taught you," The woman gave the Cajun a hard look. Remy raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Tante, I'd like ya t’ meet Rogue, a friend of mine. Rogue, this is my Tante Mattie." Remy said in an overly Southern genteel manner.

Tante Mattie shot her wayward nephew an unimpressed look but brushed past him anyway. Clasping Rogue by the arms, Tante Mattie pulled her in for a warm hug.