When he looks at her, Molly's own gaze moves from Rosie to Sherlock and somehow she can tell he's thinking about kissing her. She doesn't have time to think on it too much before he's speaking to her and she's blinking in surprise.

"You brought me something?" she asks and she flushes slightly, pleased, even as she protests. "You didn't have to do that."

It's not like he was on holiday. He was off on a case. She's surprised he would take the time.

She finds herself standing to go find out what it is though, heading to his room and then into his suitcase to pull out the butcher paper wrapped package. She brings it back to the couch with her and sits down with it on her lap.

"It's too light to be a body part," she jokes and looks over at him and Rosie.