She wrinkled her nose at him. "Okay, I won't." At least not when he heard. And he wouldn't get to tell her off when she started high school, either.

If she started school again. She wanted to, but things kept changing all the time and it left her kind of doubtful. But at least they were all together again.

She fought not to giggle when Mohinder looked at her that way, succeeded pretty well in that, and put the package of pasta in his hand with great care like she'd seen on TV. "Super prepared." Then she grinned. "The broccoli aren't feeling too well. They need an operation."