For the Table
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âWhy not? Â Itâs been a while since we did anything like it, just us girls,â she picked up the tackle box and the other rod, and walked over to the small fishing boat tied to the little pier on the lake. Â
She wasnât entirely sure of what Rogue wanted from her, there had to be something, otherwise she was sure she would have been given the brush off. Â Then again, she might just be determined to find something underhanded that Mystique herself was doing.
Rogue gave a little unladylike snort. âRight, just us girls,â she said. She followed Mystique to the fishing boat, which maybe wasnât the wisest decision, but maybe Raven wouldnât hurt her. Probably Raven wouldnât hurt her. Hitching the fishing pole over her shoulder, Rogue boarded the boat, steadying her balance as her boot touched down on the bottom. She glanced over at her mother, head going to the side.







