*saturday morning in Holmes kitchen*
Molly: They’re up to something
Sherlock: *not looking up from his paper* What makes you think that?
Molly: *listening carefully* It’s too…calm.
Sherlock: *looks at her with an eyebrow raised* And? You make it sound like that's a problem.
Molly: *pointing a spatula at him* Well first off they are nine and seven year old boys, and secondly they’re yours!
Sherlock: *looking up from his paper in sarcastic tone* Fascinating how they’re always ‘mine’ when convenient...
Molly: Go check on them!
Sherlock: *rubbing his forehead* Molly honestly, they’re probably —
*loud crash heard from upstairs*
Molly: *raises eyebrow*
Sherlock: *mumbles* I’ll go check....




