Logan grumbled to himself inaudibly as he sat sprawled on the couch, a beer in hand. When Emma had approached him about babysitting the mansion, he didn't know what to tell her. He hated playing den leader to the kids, but he hated wearing a tuxedo too. In the end, it was the promise of free sandwiches that convinced him to have a night in. Vollenhoven had sprung for a nice spread so the kids could have a good time, even without being invited to actually attend the awards ceremony. He grabbed a plate and ravaged the buffet, piling up two hoagies, some sort of bean dip and an entire bag of pretzels. He sat silently on the couch, watching the award ceremony and munching away on his food.