"I'm not as famous as Matt is," Mohinder said glumly though... Honestly? He rather liked thinking he'd have name recognition. Isn't that what every man wanted? He wasn't exactly special, but he was smart, and he'd saved lives. There was a distinct potential of that going right to his foolish, fluffy head.

He heard the microwave ding and he stood up to fetch the bowl. Matt should be woken in a few minutes or he'd be even more screwed up in his sleep schedule.

Mohinder thought about unleashing Molly on him when the question came.

"Before I say yes or no, what sort of animals are you imagining?"