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Waiting rooms always make me uncomfortable.

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Good. But, if you try to hover while I'm making your peach pie, I'm going to stab you.

... You're making me peach pie?

Yep. And, it's all for you, don't worry. I don't think anyone else likes peach, anyway.

... Thank you, Claire.

You're welcome. But, it also means you're helping me make Dean's apple pie and Sam's banana bread. No cyanide allowed. [Yes, she's just ... decided they're coming for sure even if it's not definite. Don't shatter her dreams, Sylar.]

So.. cyanide is out... what about razorblades and broken glass?

No and no. If I see you trying to slip in anything suspicious, guess what's gonna happen?

Hugs and kisses?

The kitchen knife will be hugging and kissing your lungs.

You really need to learn to take a joke.

Hey, I'm just giving you fair warning.

I wouldn't do that, Claire.

Anymore. You wouldn't do that anymore.

Does that part matter?

It gives me rights to joke about you trying to sabotage Sam and Dean, yeah.

If I were going to poison them, I wouldn't do it during Easter dinner. I have tact, you know.

Not comforting, Sylar!!! Not comforting at all!

Sam and Dean are like-- never mind. I just wouldn't do it.

Sam and Dean are like what?

Like people I don't entirely abhor.

... When did you become a valley girl?

... What?

"Sam and Dean are, like, people I don't entirely abhor."

That's not how I said it.

Uh-huh, suuuure.

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