"What's this about you running off--" John manages, and then he looks up and sees the two of them. "Oh Jesus. I've got bloody James Bond and Moneypenny in my house."
"You're hilarious," Sherlock says.
"Hello to you too, Sherlock. Molly. Sorry, where did you say you were going again?"
"Royal Ballet. The resident choreographer owes me a favour--"
"Yeah. Of course he does. You fancy bastard." John gives him a cheeky grin.
"You say that now, but when Rosie's hanging off your knees begging, 'Oh, please Daddy, please can we go to the Nutcracker this year,' remember this moment as you ask for my fancy assistance."
John laughs, which is always a relief to Sherlock these days.
"Okay, okay. Molly, you look great. How was Rosie today?"
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Date: 2017-02-21 02:41 am (UTC)"You're hilarious," Sherlock says.
"Hello to you too, Sherlock. Molly. Sorry, where did you say you were going again?"
"Royal Ballet. The resident choreographer owes me a favour--"
"Yeah. Of course he does. You fancy bastard." John gives him a cheeky grin.
"You say that now, but when Rosie's hanging off your knees begging, 'Oh, please Daddy, please can we go to the Nutcracker this year,' remember this moment as you ask for my fancy assistance."
John laughs, which is always a relief to Sherlock these days.
"Okay, okay. Molly, you look great. How was Rosie today?"