Logan snorted at the dupe's nonsensical comparison and grinned. "Actually; bless m'poor mother's heart, she tried but; I think I would've been better off raised by wolves." He kept digging into his food. One thing that hadn't changed was Logan's healthy appetite. If anything, he ate more now than he used to before the Flare. He had a moment of thoughtful chewing as he wondered if Karr might be having a decent meal now and again. He'd never admit it, not out loud, but the truth was that it stung a little, never hearing from his boy. He had his sources, and he knew Karr had been seen, and was alive and seemingly in once piece, but he was man enough to accept he missed his son, even if all they did was argue half the time and eat and drink the rest.
But he was distracted from brooding by Jamie's antics. He observed the dupes riff off of each other as he ate and finally he swallowed a mouthful and shook his head. "Do y'all always carry on like this?" He looked at Prime, mildly puzzled. "How do ya stand it? I swear I'd claw myself to pieces, if it was me," he mentioned, matter-of-factly. "Well, except that wouldn't do much good in my case. Do ya feel it when one of 'em dies?"