After possibly setting a record for dumping food into a fridge without breaking it, Gabriel had to stop and stare at Mohinder. This was more in disbelief than anything else- the man had gotten out cleaning spray and was wiping the counter down. Gabriel watched him in silence for a few seconds, and then Mohinder started humming, and Gabriel had to roll his eyes.

Gabriel's mind flashed a few worried possibilities at him, but they were quickly thrown away. So he approached Mohinder from behind, snaking an arm around the Indian's waist, and leaned down to speak quietly into his ear. "You missed a spot." He nodded vaguely towards the boxes on the breakfast bar.

He could play this game, too. Although, to be honest, he wasn't entirely sure how long he'd hold out.