Uncle Dakota was unmoved by the pouting. He had gone through that at least three times. He had a fourth coming. Aiden wasn't his son so the magic of the pout was lost on him. He looked around for a table to set Rogue's plate on.

One minute, there was nothing near enough. The next, there was a small table at his elbow. He squinted. Sneaky ninja. Though he didn't look a ninja gift in the mouth. He set her plate down and resumed eating.