"Heh." Logan nearly chortled at the picture. "You really wanna get on a See-saw, with me?" He chuckled heartily now and actually went about holding his abdomen, for effect. "You forget about the adamantium skeleton?" He rapped on his chest for good measure. "'Course, I s'pose you got the stones enough to lift me anyway." Either way, the very idea was funny.
Funny, a concept Logan hadn't really considered in awhile. Life had been insane since the Registration Act, and for everyone. There hadn't been any real peace and quiet since Stamford. Logan wondered, for a moment, how long that would last. Sure, he'd seen his fair share, and knew he'd weather whatever it was, but he couldn't help thinking how much he missed things like this. They were laughing, about sharks.
"'Bout the only time a shark has to worry.." Logan's voice trailed off as he finally set about opening his soda via adamantium claw. "..is if the damn thing decides I'm a seal. Even then, it only gets what's comin' to it. Didn't Darwin make up some law, about things dumb enough to mistake me for a seal? Called it Wolverines law." He pulled the can to his lips for a drink. "Be that stupid, and get cut." He chuckled.
"And seriously? You had a cat?" Logan paused. "Huh. Learn somethin' new every day." Because what else was there to say about it? Logan tended to forget, more often than he would have liked to admit, just how it was normal people lived. He tried, sometimes, and mostly for Laura's sake, but it just never really stuck. Of course, having everyone who could tolerate him be some people's definition of 'totally fucked up', probably didn't hurt either.
"Ain't never had a problem with cats. Just don't like 'em much either." Which wasn't at all true, a fact Laura constantly threatened him with. Damn camera phones. He had to give her credit though, smart kid. "And the one I got for the kid? Damn thing insists on sleeping on my other pillow. Every night." Logan sipped at the soda again. "Little bastard."