Well of course his family would be super cautious and careful with their new money. They had been careful enough with having a shiny mutant for a son for how many years, then got him slipped past immigration to the US. But pulling Piotr's leg was hard not to do and Remy had a impulse control problem as it was. "Well, good food, modesty doesn't have to be completely meager."
With a wave of his hand, he bahhed about Logan. "I make dat argument on a plane far far away from him, mebbe just leave a post it note on de fridge." Piotr gave him a hard time about him near Illyana and Remy had to laugh, playing along. Really, from mothers and young girls, all he stole was kisses. "See I am not a farmer, don't need to be dat close to the rusty, sharp things. Lesson learnt~"
Remy clasped the big man's shoulder and smiled a more honest smile that his playing around. "Mon ami, I grew up a street rat as well as a swamp one. We might not have had snow like you, but we knew hard livin'. Helping a family ain't so a bad task, non?" He winked and leaned back, giving a reassuring pat. "Now, we see what games are hot, how many we need to hit and if any, ah, previous acquaintance are banking them. It'll be fun."