Molly is surprised that Sherlock even knows what kind of cook he might be, since the only thing she's ever seen in his kitchen are science experiments and drugs paraphernalia. She'll leave that second one in the back of her mind where it belongs when they're having such a lovely morning.
She can't help but watch him stretching and preening a bit. Although, she only gives herself a moment, for fear they will never eat anything but each other again.
"Mm, I love crepes," she says as she stretches herself and then sits up. "I could make those instead. They're easy enough. I'm thinking I might want to shower first though. Between last night and this morning, I'm more than due."
So is he. Not that his scent is bothering her. She's been around when he's smelled far worse.
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Date: 2017-03-06 01:58 am (UTC)She can't help but watch him stretching and preening a bit. Although, she only gives herself a moment, for fear they will never eat anything but each other again.
"Mm, I love crepes," she says as she stretches herself and then sits up. "I could make those instead. They're easy enough. I'm thinking I might want to shower first though. Between last night and this morning, I'm more than due."
So is he. Not that his scent is bothering her. She's been around when he's smelled far worse.