Deadpool led Logan and the kids inside. Dean was now up and walking but was rubbing his eyes in tiredness.

"Al? I'm back!" He called.

Blind Al came out from the bedroom. "About damn time! You holdin'? I'm all outta devil's dandruff and I'm shakin' like an angry vibrator--"

"Thank you, Al." He cut her off, "We have company." He watched until Al came up in front of them. "Althea, uh... this is Logan..."

She reached up her hand for him, "Nice to meet you, Logan."

He took it and gently shook it. "Nice to meet you too."

"And these are his kids, Laura and Dean."

She did the same gesture, "Nice to meet you."

Laura shook her hand first. "Nice meeting you too, Al."

"We heard a lot about you!" Dean said, taking his turn to shake her hand. "Can you really only see cocaine?"

Laura let out a snort, Wolverine rolled his eyes and Wade tried to redirect the sentence.

Blind Al looked pissed towards Wade's voice. "Fucker, what have you been telling them?"

"Nothing!"

"I swear to God, your father left the best parts of you on the bed sheet."

That made Logan and Laura laugh and Wade gawked with bewilderment at her.

Dogpool barked.

Al jumped at the sudden noise. "What the fuck is that?!"

"And this little ancient anal shitnod is Mary Puppins. Or as I like to call her, Dogpool. You want to treat yourself to a little stroke?" He offered the dog towards her. "Get the tongue."

Al's hand grazed the very dry tongue of Dogpool and recoiled back. "Oh my god. Motherfucker!"

"Right? It's like an armadillo fucked a gremlin. Angrily. In a bed of gonorrhea. And didn't stop until the sun came up."

The kids chuckled and Logan was shaking his head but couldn't keep the smile off his face.