So, am I going to be lynched if I wish anyone a happy Valentine's Day, or is this a knock on wood deal?

[Private to the kitchen staff]

If it's not a problem, I'd like to use the kitchen between lunch and dinner; whenever there's free time. Promise to clean up.

[Private to Sylar]

Meet me in the kitchen at two.

[Private to Dick]

Did you gut Hoffman's room yet?

[Private to Shego]

Well, there isn't a flood, the couches are normal sized, and I'm pretty sure my action flicks haven't turned into anything super mushy, so I can freely say, without worry of outside influence, happy Valentine's Day.

How do you feel about pillow forts and peanut butter and jelly? [Because that is clearly the most romantic thing ever.] We can even steal a TV from the common room up here.