Early Sunday morning, there was a light, but intense tapping on the door of apartment 221 B. John Watson glanced over at Sherlock Holmes, who was still sitting on the couch, long fingers steepled under his chin while he roamed through his mind palace. He knew the detective couldn't hear the noise, and even if he could, wouldn't be apt to answer it. The doctor put his book down and walked over to the door, opening it quickly to see what the hurry was for. He was genuinely surprised to see Mrs. Hudson standing there.

"Mrs. Hudson? What is it?" he paused to think, "we already paid rent this month...right?"

"Oh yes dear, it's nothing like that! I've actually got a favor to ask the two of you." their land lady answered, glancing around John's figure to see if Sherlock was there.

John got the hint, "would you like to come in Mrs. Hudson?" he asked with a small smile. She nodded and walked around him. The doctor closed the door and turned around to see the detective looking at him with questions in his eyes; to which John just shrugged.

"Good morning Mrs. Hudson, what can we help you with at such an early hour on Sunday?" the consulting detective asked, trying to be polite to the elderly lady.

"Well boys" the woman took a seat on one of the chairs, "I don't know if I ever told you, but I have a daughter."

"Really?" John broke in, "No I don't-"

"Shush,John let her finish" Sherlock demanded.

"It's fine dear. Anyway, my daughter Clara, she got engaged and is having her wedding very soon. So it's obviously all paid for, but one of her cousins and her had, a falling out of sorts, and said they won't come to the wedding. And now my Clara has two spots at the venue all paid for, but empty, and she called me up this morning asked me, 'Mum do you think you could find two decent people to come?', and quite honestly I thought of you two right away." Mrs. Hudson stopped and looked at the two men.

"We can do that for you." Sherlock said. To which John cocked his head and gave his friend a questioning look, "what John? Do you not want to go?"

"No, it's just, I never really took you for the wedding type."

"Come now John, I would be a jackanapes, as would you, if we refused Mr. Hudson this simple thing."

"A...um, a what-what did you just call me? No, you know, never mind." the doctor turned to , "of course we'll come. When is it?"

Their landlady stood up smiling, thanking them both, and before she left the flat replied, "Today at that nice venue a couple streets over, I'll email you the address. Be there, 4 O'clock, and dress formal. Thank you boys!" She turned down the hall, closing the door behind her.

The two men just stood there trying to take in this new change of plans. John sighed, "I don't know what it means, but I bet you feel like a slight jackanapes now." the doctor muttered as he turned to head towards their closet and look for an acceptable suit.

"It means an impudent person John!" the detective called as he followed the other man.