*a restaurant*
Baby Holmes: *examining a menu*
His Date, Ryan: *reading a menu* Hey, Will, not that I have a problem with this place but isn't there an Italian right near yours?
Baby Holmes: *sighs* Yeah. My Dad goes there a lot. You don't want to be hearing about dead bodies and violent murders.
Ryan: *nods* So, is it likely he'd follow you?
Baby Holmes: *shrugs* I don't know. Depends if he has a case. Why?
Ryan: *amused* Well, I'm not an expert but the last time I looked, dessert carts didn't have feet.
Baby Holmes: *turns around* Oh my God!
Sherlock: *pulls back the cloth; lying on the bottom of the dessert cart* She made me do it!
Molly: *hiding behind the cart; looks around* What? No, it wasn't!
Baby Holmes: *blushing* Mum!
Ryan: *smirking*
Sherlock: *crawls out of the cart; stands up, brushes himself down* I'm sorry, Will. We wanted to make sure his intentions are honourable.
Baby Holmes: *embarrassed* Dad! Oh my God, you’re so embarrassing.
Molly: *innocently* I’m only here to keep an eye on your father, my darling.
Sherlock: *incredulous* What? This was your idea!
Molly: *folds her arms* Do you want to sleep on the sofa?
Sherlock: *thinking* Can we still have sex?
Baby Holmes: *quickly* Okay we’re leaving *stands up*
Molly: *anxious* What? Where are you going?
Baby Holmes: *leaving money on the table* The cinema! *hurriedly ushers Ryan away*
Ryan: *awkward* It was nice meeting you.
Sherlock: *calls* Be in by ten at the latest.
Molly: And wear your jacket. It’s cold outside.
Baby Holmes: *muttering as they leave* ...so embarrassing.
Ryan: *sniggering*