I posted a fanfic in September 2019 with the following exchange.
Kurt rolls over. “Staff?” He sounds incredulous.
“And someone to clean this place and cook for you.” Logan pokes a prominent rib. “You need a housekeeper.”
“A servant!” Kurt has now progressed to sounding horrified. “Mutants don’t come here to be cooks or housekeepers or secretaries, they come here to be free!”
“Sure. Free. And then what? They sit around all day eating lotus flowers and being all Zen like? They come here to be safe, but they need to do things, have a purpose, a job.” Kurt, for once, is speechless. “They’re not all gonna’ be out in spandex, saving the world, Elf. Or working their tail off on the Quiet Council. So let them make you dinner. It’s gotta be someones superpower, baking a good pie.”