"Yeah?" Matt seemed amused, giving Mohinder a sideways look. "Do I pass the test? I bet you almost had a heart attack when you spotted the leftovers."

Turns out Matt isn't an inherently bad cook; just unimaginative and unmotivated. But after enlisting Molly as a sous chef and consulting some cook book they'd found half price at the grocery store they'd had some fun and wound up with very mixed results as far as actual meals went. At least one complete failure. The other times, half decent. Pizza, Molly had decided, should only be on weekends. Matt had told her she wasn't a normal child and she'd just smiled her sunny smile at him.

Ice cream she hadn't wanted to ban, though.

Backtracking a bit, Matt added, "I'm done with all this action too, at least when I'm not on duty. Did you hear what they're saying about Odessa? Apparently it's all a big conspiracy, you know. The government's trying to hide bio-terrorism." He looked up at Mohinder more properly, leaning his chin on a closed fist. "It's not too far off." Which was kind of ironic, really.