"Works' da same as always, Cherie," Gambit was saying. "Although we're workin' on a new deal at da mo', which hopefuly somethin' will come of... but enough 'bout me. How's da circus life?"
Rogue had found an opportunity to ring Gambit.
"It's great. Exhaustin', but great. There's always a crowd and sometimes the weatha's not so good. The fuzzles have been having a great time."
"Haha, I hope yo' have been too."
"Oh, Ah have," Rogue assured him. "Oh, actually Scarlet and Oran had their cubs the other day."
"Oh? What dey have?"
"Two emerald green, a red, a dark red, a red one with emeral green spots and a brown one."
"Hmm, so how many fuzzle you 'ave all up right now?"
"Seventeen. Ah've traded a couple, sold some, and then of course, more were born, so Ah'm only down 2 of what Ah was the end of last month. But Ah'm getting used to having so many in hand."
"Well, dat's good"
And the two continued chatting.