Peter groaned. Is her foster parents that bad or think so low of her that they would bet on her life like that?

He smiled at her, taking her hand. "Don't worry, Kitty. I'll put on my Petrelli charm and they will melt in my hands." He said softly hoping that they won"t hear him.

He raised his voice back to normal, "Me neither. The best I can make is soup from a can." He chuckled trying to make a joke.