[Although he was normally one to take his duties seriously, West ducked out of the kitchen when he noticed Sylar's arrival. Partially, it was an act of spite, as he considered kitchen work demeaning and still figured Morgan just stuck him there to get her jollies at placing him in a servile position. For all his civility, he was still angry with his warden, and if she wanted to believe that he wouldn't be just because she complimented his hair or what-have-you, then perhaps it was all the better for him. It would be easier to get away with things.]

Hello.

[He offered Sylar a quick, half-hearted smile, as he joined him at the table.] Dinner tonight is fish and chips. [He thought on it for a moment, then wrinkled his nose slightly] In the loosest sense.