*Bart's*
Molly: *working*
Sherlock: *outside, peering through the window* Right, there she is. You remember what to do?
Blackbeard: *tilts his head*
Sherlock: *sighs* Just give her this *tucks a small box into his collar* and look innocent.
Blackbeard: *barks softly; trots through the door and over to Molly, nudging her leg*
Molly: *looks down; shocked* Blackbeard?! *looks around; mutters* What are you doing here? I'll lose my job *grits her teeth* I'm going to kill-
Blackbeard: *nuzzles her*
Molly: *removes the box from his collar; confused* What is he up to?
Blackbeard: *panting happily*
Molly: *reads the note* 'Dear Mama, Dad's sorry he started that fire. He was only trying to make you dinner, not kill that cat. He was going to wait until the dinner but here is just as good.'
Molly: *opens the box; sees an engagement ring, smiles*
Sherlock: *peers around the door* Am I forgiven?
Molly: *shakes her head fondly* This couldn't have waited until later?
Sherlock: *slowly approaches* Well, we met here. It's fitting.
Molly: *raises an eyebrow* And there's still scorch marks in the flat?
Sherlock: And that.
Molly: *hugs him* You're an idiot. I didn't need a big gesture. Of course I'll marry you.
Sherlock: *kisses her head* Good.
Molly: ...
Sherlock: ...
Blackbeard: *watching them, his tongue hanging out*
Molly: Can you take Blackbeard home before I get the sack?
Sherlock: *sheepish* Oh, right, yeah.