Sylar could notice a gesture as obvious as a wince, though he didn't really acknowledge it, his lack of tact always at it's best when speaking with women. Medusa was just the only thing he could think of when the girl said her head was covered in snakes, I mean what else could she be but a Gorgon? Maybe Medusa was real, and some distant ancestor of Andrea here? Maybe all mythological monsters were mutants, wouldn't that be interesting. The snake proceeded to eat a spoon, swallowing the utensil to God knows where, as Sylar chose to ignore it.

Sylar knew those words, they were like deadly sins or character flaws right? "Those are like the deadly sins or something right? I remember that from Dante's Inferno I think..." Sylar sort of droned off into his own world, his mind trying to remember all the literature he had once enjoyed, but struggling to get past his current mind and it's more feral and chaotic memories. He shrugged and let the thought fade. She went on to explain where the food went when a snake ate...which made Sylar wonder if the girl would just spit out a spoon sometime later in a very awkward and funny moment.

The idea of children didn't sound fun to Sylar, he could barely maintain his own life or manage for himself, controlling anything akin to children sounded like a tremendous mistake. It must be interesting too though, to have these creatures connected to her in some way. It was vaguely like Sylar's secondary instincts, an animal mind sometimes rising up to take over, just not as horrifying since Sylar could wake up atop a dead body with his condition. "That must make things interesting. Sometimes I think this..." He trailed off for a moment as he stared at his monstrous arm, clad beneath obsidian plating. "Sometimes I think this has a mind of it's own, though that's not something to explore." Sylar's words were grim, his voice almost afraid as he thought of what mind was behind the armor he now wore for life.

Well maybe trying to process foreign thoughts in a mostly human mind created that strangeness, perhaps Andrea couldn't think in snake yet, and he couldn't think in...monster? "Maybe they just think in snake and you don't speak it yet." The boy said trying to steer himself back into a friendlier conversation and away from the dark thoughts he was starting to let leak out.

"Something like that..." She murmured. "Though... It could very well be the other way around. Like they are learning to speak my language. I swear they are smarter than they rightly should be." She speared Sloth with an accusing stare, and he stared right back.

Turning back to the oven, she dug in a drawn for pot holders, then set about dragging out the pan with their late night snack in it. "They are named after sins, and so far each has lived up to the name."

Hefting the pan out with a huff, as it was a little heavy, she set it on the oven and turned the heat off. Then, set about gathering plates and utensils. "TO be fair, I named them shortly after they appeared... I was quite distressed, and at the time they seemed like a punishment. I would change their names now, but I fear they have stuck. I think Sloth rather likes his."

Setting a plate on the table for her, and a plate on the table for him, she dragged the pan over and plated it atop a woven mat. Next came the potatoes, and finally two cups and a pitcher of water. Lastly came a carving knife and a large serving fork. She mustered a smile, and gestured to his plate.

"How big of a portion would you like?"

Maybe she was right, though Sylar worried if his inner self ever learned how to properly express itself in the light of day. Telling people they looked like food to be slaughtered wasn't the best sentiment to give off. "Well, maybe they're smart cause they're attached to your head. I imagine a snake brain isn't as intelligent as a humans?" Sylar responded, not sure what else to say. Even as a sewer dwelling monster he could barely empathize with a girl who had snakes instead of hair. Mutations were so vastly different between each mutant.

So he was right, those were Latin names probably. Sylar had skimmed through Dante's Inferno once a few years back, though he didn't remember much besides each sin having a level within hell. He had wondered why she'd choose those names till he explained that she didn't approve of her mutation at first, just as any average person wouldn't have. It was odd, how he and Andrea were so different, but sort of resonated on the oddest situations. She had thought of her hair as a curse, as sins. While Sylar saw himself as a nightmarish creature, and had been named Boogeyman in a moment of charity and kindness.

"It's kind of funny, I just assumed I was some sort of monster when I started changing, and I hid away from everything. And then in a bout of foolishness I found a little girl who was lost, and dropped her off at the police station before running away." He sort of took over the conversation for a moment as he remembered this old story that had led to his "mutant name" that he happened to enjoy oddly enough. "She was terrified of me at first, and thought I was the Boogeyman come to eat her. In the end she thanked me for turning her in, and the name Boogeyman sort of felt oddly comforting when I look like this." He said, his dead eyes doing their best impression of staring at his form.

The Boogeyman was a fictitious being of fear and terror for children, a creature of unknown shape and purpose come to take them away, and yet Sylar felt sort of comfortable being a Boogeyman. The smell of finished food however broke his story and brought him a few steps closer to Andrea, a bit of drool starting to form in his mouth. She asked how much he would like, and unsurprisingly he responded immediately with a gluttonous joy. "Whatever you don't want..." Sylar didn't seem to realize just how absurd or greedy such a response might sound, his mind completely shut off with food within reach.

Giggling, she shook her head at him. "I dare say I could probably eat the whole thing by my self, if I wanted to. That would hardly be fair. How about we just share it evenly, then?" She started cutting, moving around the bone in the middle.

"I think..." Her lips pursed as she thought. "I think I would have been happy to have known you as a child, even if you were a 'boogeyman'" She hadn't had such a creature plague her as a child. Sure, she had been afraid of the dark for some time, and of the various creaks that old houses could make... but nothing so fantastical as monsters under the bed.

"I wasn't allowed to have friends... and I didn't know that there were other people like me out there." Settling a portion for her on her plate, she glanced at him. "Do you like the bone? Some people like how the marrow tastes, but I was never able to develop a taste for it." Portioning out the potatoes, she settled the utensils next to their plates, as well as the cups. Then finished Sylar's plate.

Generally women were peckish and ate little, at least that's how Sylar always remembered his mother around dinner. Though he didn't really care whether eating a lot was seen as masculine or feminine, gender didn't play much into his thoughts at all really most of the time. He did realize though that he probably sounded a tad greedy. "Er sorry, I tend to over eat when I can. Sharing definitely works." He finished hoping to recover her image of him before she realized the boy was basically just a freeloader who took what he could when.

Andrea's thought about wanting to know him seemed odd, nobody had wanted to be friends with Sylar when he was a child. The blind timid kid was nobody's definition of fun, especially since back then he didn't even have all this monstrous additions to spice up the conversation. He spoke back, his voice flat. "I don't know about that, I was a very boring kid. Nobody wanted to be friends with the blind boy who was afraid to start a conversation." Sylar wasn't fond of his childhood, or really most of his life. Always alone in the dark, unable to see what everyone else did, unable to embrace their world and with nobody wanting to visit his. That was the one thing about mutation he did enjoy, for all it's darkness and danger, changing into this gave him a way to connect his world to theirs, to bridge the gap and find a place. Even if that place...might be terrifying to everyone else from now on.

Ah, so Andrea was always a mutant it seemed. Sylar hadn't changed till a few years back, which had changed everything just as adults always said puberty did. "I wanted friends, and I didn't even have this as an excuse as a kid." He said chuckling somberly. "I didn't change till a few years back, when I ran away from home." He explained his circumstances, an orphan or a runaway, or a vagabond, whatever term you wanted to use it applied to Sylar, he was a loner through and through. She changed the pace of the conversation though, asking him if he wanted the bone. It felt kind of weird to admit he could eat it, especially since his bite pressure could crush it into edible bits unlike most people.

"Er yeah, I can eat it. It's good for you though ya know?" He said in response to her statement about the flavor. Sylar's taste buds had become somewhat skewed with his mutation, anything protein tasted amazing to him now, compared to vegetable matter. He waited patiently for Andrea to finish her plating, trying to maintain a semblance of manners.

Simply smiling, she let the conversation about friends settle. She wanted to talk about it, honestly she did, but she expected that to her it was a vastly different experience than it was to him. She hadn't grown up with other kids, so she hadn't ever been rejected by any of them. In fact, until she had grown old enough to really understand the world, she hadn't felt rejection at all. Her home had been loving, if small and lonely. She wondered if she would have turned out differently, had things changed.

"I know it is, but it can be very rich in flavor if you cook it right." Taking her seat once his plate was full, she picked up her fork and knife and started carving. ".. You do not have to eat it, if you do not want to." She didn't want to come off as forceful or anything. "It was customary in my family to offer the best parts of the meal to guests or important family members. My mother always saved the bones for my father."

Taking a bite of her food, she warded away Sloth with her free arm. He probably would have tried to steal some of the food, and he not already swallowed a spoon. He wasn't the best at thinking ahead.

She talked about the richness of flavor and the nuances of cooking, which Sylar did appreciate. But his condition also gave Sylar basically an animal's preference for food, meaning if you put food in front of him, he would eat it. And the flavor often didn't matter, as hunger was the best spice of all. Taking the plate offered by Andrea, Sylar almost couldn't hold back from going at it like a ravenous dog. However he did take a moment to observe the bone given to him. Normally when presented with raw meat, the bone happened to be beneath it and suffered his wrath, it was odd to be present with a cooked bone.

She explained it was a custom and a sign of respect, giving the best portions of the meal to the guest. Kind of felt weird to be treated like a friend or guest of anyone, considering how Sylar looked and acted. "Oh...uh thanks...I guess." He sniffed a bit at the bone, the fragrance far different to that of raw meat. As Andrea began to eat her meal like a civilized human being, Sylar took a moment to grasp the piece of bone and snap it like a twig, making the marrow easy to get at. It had a pleasant aroma and the taste wasn't bad either, though it didn't slow him down for long before he was picking up pieces of meat to eat them.

"It's good." He managed to mumble in between chomps of food, his stomach elated to have prepared food to digest easily as opposed to his usual diet of junk food and squirrel meat. "I don't eat with people much, and family dinner wasn't really to be enjoyed when I was a kid." He said, bringing up the memories of dinner with his parents, the two of them seeming more tired and distant at every meal, the stress of him seeming to drain them at every turn. As he ate, an odd behavior arose in Sylar, his tail beginning to swish back and forth, like an excited cat.

"...It is sad that in most cases those like us share similar stories." Smiling sadly, she stared at her food.

Dinner at her house had changed drastically over the years. The more her conditioned developed, the harder it was for her to gather during dinner with her parents. Back then she had assumed it was due to her mutations, but nowadays she knew the truth. The more she changed, the harder it was for her father to ignore the obvious signs that she wasn't his child. Little by little he distanced himself from her. When she had left, she had unknowingly given her parents the opportunity to have another child. A second chance to save the marriage, if you will.

Try as she might, she still didn't feel like she could really hold it against them. "...It is nice though now, no? Even if only once in a while? There is no place for shame here... everyone understands. Everyone has seen cruelty in some form."

Her smile returned, glad to see that he was at least enjoying her food. She honestly couldn't say much for her company, but her food at least she knew was good. "I am happy you enjoy the food."

It was true, every mutant Sylar had met over the past year had shared some story of oppression, or cruelty, though it varied they all dealt with a stigma about their condition. Sylar's might have been one of the worst, but every mutant who looked a monster understood the loneliness he felt. Though his monstrous side still made him fearful of even embracing those mutants who looked just as obvious as he did. "A sad statement when you think about it, that the one true thing we all have in common is prejudiced lives." He said flatly.

Sylar's family history though, had began bleak and never gotten anywhere good. Born blind, his parent's struggled to deal with the differences he had to other children, and his personality had compounded problems. By the time he changed, his life simply fell apart. Andrea however seemed to draw enjoyment or strength from her history, even if it was sad at times. He envied the ability to look back at her family and still hold love for them. Sylar felt nothing for his parents, at least nothing he was willing to admit. He buried his under resentment and distraction with his current life.

She was correct though, this one moment of kinship shared between mutants was indeed enjoyable. They were like distant relatives, able to draw on that shared animosity they'd both experienced before and create a bond normal people didn't get. "I guess you're right. We can at least understand what it's like, when we both look...the part." He said lightly, trying not to insult Andrea in anyway as he brought up their shared physical mutations.

Food was one thing Sylar could always enjoy though. His inner beast made everything taste so much better, like he was constantly starved and seasoning each meal with hunger. "Oh I could eat anything and like it, but I'll be honest. This is pretty good." He said, the smallest hint of a smile pulling at his lips to reveal the fangs beneath.