[Yeah, he knows about them in an all-around knowledgeable sort of way. Never had a chance to do his own tussle with him, and honestly? Probably for the best. The way the narrative goes, he'd definitely be on the fridged side of things, and then someone could make a joke about him being dead meaning at least there's quiet, and someone cool and respectful like Storm would say something like, "all there is is quiet, because everyone's dead," and it would be really fun for everyone, in between the indiscriminate mutant murder.

Anyway, nothing new. Wade's barely phased by it, and he catches the mug before it slips off to crack against the floor. Between all his chattering he somehow did manage to down pancakes and eggs and a slightly worrying amount of syrup, but he maintains it's not as off-putting as Logan rolling up pancakes like shitty smokes and biting them like they're Pocky.]

Easy, tiger, I see we're still sensitive about a little handy action. It's not even the first time. [That he's lost a hand, he means. It's one of the less annoying things to regrow, but still. After that hardy breakfast, does he really wanna cap it with a bunch of blood everywhere?

Sentinels, a lack of drinking, and he hasn't popped claws. Even stopped to save him. Stopped to... eat fucking Denny's.

Who are you?]

Wait! [He pops up, digging into one of his pouches.] Don't wanna leave a bad impression. There's no comment cards. [So what he does leave is the exactly four toonies he had on him, dropping them in front of the machine that printed their breakfast as a tip. He pats it on the head (?).] Four outta five. We'll be back for seconds!

[As it is, he heads off to follow Logan back to his car.] So. [He heads for the door of his yellow Beetle, still where he left her.] See you around?

[He can't help it. Wade loves cinematic parallels.]