A/N: I was in a book shop the other day that was selling 'Mr. Men' mugs and I was inspired. This was supposed to be a 221B...but I failed and it's more of a drabble instead :P It only took 10 minutes to write, so I hope it's not too awful or OOC! I thought of the song afterwards and it just seemed to fit. Anyways, hope you enjoy it :)

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These Foolish Things

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A tinkling piano in the next apartment
Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant
A fairground's painted swings
These foolish things remind me of you
- 'These Foolish Things,' Frank Sinatra
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Deep within his Mind Palace, Sherlock became aware of someone watching him, "Molly, you're hovering," he said without opening his eyes.

"I bought you something."

"Hmm…?"

"For the lab."

He cracked open an eye, "Oh yes?"

"I saw it and I thought of you," she continued, absently clutching the shopping bag closer to her chest, "do you promise you won't make fun of it?"

"Molly…"

She bit her lip nervously and handed it over, watching as he sat up and pulled the object out of the bag. "It's a mug," she said as she watched him regard it dubiously.

"I can see that," he replied, turning it over in his hands, "why does it say 'Mr. Clever'?"

"That's what made me think of you," she explained, "everyone at St. Bart's has their own mug," she shrugged, "I thought you should have one too."

He put it on the coffee table, "I hope you don't expect me to actually use it."

Her face fell slightly, "Sherlock, you promised."

"No I didn't," he protested, lying back on the couch.

He caught sight of the look on her face and sighed heavily, "Fine, if it will make you happy, I'll use the mug."

"Thank you," she beamed, bending to peck him on the cheek before heading out of the room.

Sherlock's brow furrowed as he watched her go, "You don't have your own mug."

She paused in the doorway and turned back to look at him, "Sorry?"

"You said everyone at St. Bart's has their own mug," he reminded her with a frown, "you don't have one."

She shrugged a shoulder, "I'm still looking," she said easily and left the room.

It would be weeks later, and Sherlock would deny that sentiment had any part in the decision, that Sherlock would present Molly with a mug of her own.

She loved it, of course, and Sherlock couldn't help but smile every time he caught sight of the Mr. Clever and Little Miss Sunshine mugs sitting side by side on her desk, waiting to be used.