"And yet, you've danced this dance so many times before." The Ghost looked to her with an upraised eyebrow. "Perhaps not on Christmas itself, but this isn't new. Saving the world, family matters. Always something."

Remy shooed the other Rogue out the door, promising to save her some jambalaya, but the world had to come first. The usual thing for them. Had it been the other way around, she'd have done the same.

He walked over to the tree again, picking up the second gift that he'd passed over earlier. Wide and flat, probably jewelry that wasn't a ring or earrings. And if Rogue looked over his shoulder, she'd see her name on it.

He looked at it a long moment before opening a drawer on the table and tossing it in. Then he went to the window, looking out so that he could watch Rouge fly away with a wry smile. "Mebbe next year, huh, chère?"