WHO: Sarah Williams, Heidi Petrelli WHERE: the Hyperion; kitchen WHEN: after this WHAT: Ice cream and blonde jokes. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
Logically, Sarah knew she was being ridiculous. But it didn't change there was that malicious little insecurity prodding at her about this woman from the future Peter had come from, a place she would never understand because she hadn't lived it. She could try, but she would never would know it as this Niki did. And for some stupid reason, that rankled, among other things. For one, the blondeness of the whole problem. For another, the methods involved in Peter healing someone.
She trusted Peter, in all ways. But she still didn't like this. The best way to handle it was to drown that voice in ice cream (check), snag a sisterly shoulder (check) and be a teeny bit catty (soon-to-be-check). By the time Peter returned, she would be fine. Well, as soon as he returned and she gave him reason to take the rest of the night off.
When Heidi came into the kitchen, Sarah held out the extra spoon she had just recently retrieved from the drawer, pulling her own spoon out of her mouth with her other hand to offer up her first joke.