"There's some leftover Thai in the fridge," Molly says to John. "I thought you might not feel like cooking when you got home.

"And don't ask about the receipt, I already lost it."

Or so she'll claim.

Molly starts to pull on her coat and gloves before she hands her regular purse to Sherlock and asks him to put it into his overnight bag.

"If you don't mind."

Co-mingling their things feels a little weird once she asks him to do it, and she suddenly feels anxious that she might be overstepping some imaginary line. This is all so new and tentative.