"Oh, well, friends are more important than cheerleading anyway!" Molly didn't press on afterward; she knew when to press on with questions and when to quit. However, that was only under serious circumstances, otherwise she'd content herself with every single thought that popped into her head. ...Which she did, ninety-nine percent of the time. When Claire said she'd make a good cheerleader, Molly blushed. "Really?"

Gymnastics and dance class it was, then! All she had to do was save her super powers--puppy dog eyes--for the most opportune moment and lay it on Matt and Mohinder like there was no tomorrow.

"Hmm!" Molly thought dramatically, a gloved index finger tapping her chin. "We could play scrabble or--or ask some other guest what they want to do?" Molly considered thoughtfully, gazing up at Claire with all too serious eyes for such a simple situation. "Just because it's, technically, my party doesn't mean I have to call the shots. It wouldn't be fair to anyone else."