She paid no heed to Logan's apparent anger and hatred - she honestly couldn't care less if he did get angry and even hated her. He dug his grave and now he had to sleep in it - without her.
She grinned at Scott softly, "I'm glad you did then. I'm glad you decided to come and visit me as well." She nodded to his question about writers block, "that's true, I could. Maybe I'll give it a shot."
Les picked up her new cup of coffee and took a sip of the hot liquid. She glanced over at Logan and spotted the anger and the hatred she had been thinking about minutes before. He really had no right to be angry at anyone other than himself. She would no longer put up with his tantrums or attitude. "Logan if you're going to have an attitude, you can leave. This table is anger free right now," knowing stress wasn't good at the beginning stages of her pregnancy. "So that goes for you too, Mr," she looked at S with a soft grin.