Peter Petrelli

I said I’d cook dinner. That was easy a couple of cans of stew. But there wasn’t a cookie left behind the wall. He’d eaten them all, so I was going to make him some.

“How hard can this be? People have been making chocolate chip cookies since they invented chips, or was it the other way around?” A few more chips ended up in my mouth while I read the Nestle bag for the recipe. The ingredients were spread over every flat surface in Sylar’s tiny kitchen. “Cream the eggs and sugar? I need cream? I don’t have cream.”

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