As the door slammed behind her, she threw an overstuffed bag on the counter. John, sitting at the desk, turned for an instant to see just what she had brought in with her.
"Did you buy the milk?"
He asked after noticing the bag didn't sit by itself. She shook her head as a grinned crossed over her face.
"I bought something better than milk."
Closing the laptop, John walked into the kitchen to scope out the new belongings. Before he could catch a glimpse, she snatched the bag off the table, nearly knocking over the microscope.
"No, Sherlock has to be home first." She said, holding the bag protectively to her chest.
John scoffed. He knew Sherlock most likely wouldn't care to whatever was in the bag, unless that is, if it contained freshly dead human organs.
"He's in the bedroom," John let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll fetch him."
As John left the room, the girl peered into the bag happily. When he came back into the kitchen, a bed headed Sherlock followed behind him. He was simply covered in a sheet. It's been a while since she moved in with the Holmes, and this was normal now.
"I got him up," John started. " now open the god damned bag."
Ever so carefully, she opened the bag with glee. Interlocked in her thin fingers were a pair of pants. She placed the bag down on the table an handed them the John. A confused look crossed his face as she passed an identical pair to Sherlock and kept one for herself.
"Now that I am an official resident of 221B," she announced over John murmurs and Sherlock's yawns, "I thought it was time to put down a tradition."
"A tradition?" John stared at the pants. Why? He didn't say aloud.
Sherlock snapped into alert. The genius was awake. "My lord child! What is this?!" He held the pants before him. "Are they... Pants? PYJAMA PANTS?" He turned to John. "YOU WOKE ME UP TO TRY ON A PAIR OF RAINBOW SQUIRREL PANTS THAT ELLIE PICKED UP ON HER WAY HOME FROM THE SHOP? Obviously she had spent her day at work down at the coffee shop. By the state of her hair, and the size of the bags beneath her eyes she was fired for giving you a discount every time you stop by. She was quite dismal after her release so-"
"QUIT IT!" Ellie yelled. "I BOUGHT YOU THE GOD DAMN PANTS BECAUSE THERE ARE RAINBOW SQUIRRELS ON THEM SHERLOCK. RAINBOW SQUIRRELS. WHATS BETTER THAN RAINBOW SQUIRRELS?"
Sherlock flinched.
"Rainbow murders my child," he said as he and John tried on the matching friendship pants.