Ha you guys are going to hate me...
A brief Holiday intermission because I thought the story was getting a little dramatic and we could use with some comic relief. That and I know how much it's killing you that you don't know what's going on, *evil grin*
Enemies to Lovers – Part Nineteen
"What are you doing?" Gabriel asked.
"Cooking," Mohinder replied.
"You're doing it wrong."
"No I'm not."
"It's going to taste like crap."
"Matt says he likes my cooking better than he likes yours," Mohinder argues.
"That's because if he admits that my food is better, you might stop sleeping with him."
"Doesn't mean he likes your food better."
"Yes it does. Because it is. By far."
"You just say that because you're jealous."
"I say it because it's true."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"No it's not."
"Yes it-"
"Would you two just shut up already!?" Peter called from the next room.
"He started it!" they shouted back in unison.
"Oops," Mohinder said a moment later.
"What?"
"I almost forgot the seasoning."
"Oh jeez."
"I swear," Peter says to his company. "They're four."
"Peter!" Gabriel calls from the kitchen.
"What?"
"We need your help."
Peter sighs and gets out of his seat, wary of leaving the guests unattended.
"Well," Claire says. "We know who wears the Apron in that relationship. We just can't quite figure out who wears the Pants."