Martin, that's rather sweet of you, but as of right now I'd kill for a Banoffee pie.
I've no idea what you're talking about.
You staring at a ring you really can't afford. As I said, the pie would be more to the point.
But you hate bananas. And toffee, for that matter.
That was four weeks ago. The answer would still be yes, by the way.
I'm not sure I follow.
Yes, I would marry you. But we need to talk first.
Martin? Are you still there?
How did you… Actually, never mind. CCTV cameras, I suppose?
I'm bored. And starving.
I'll get you that pie.
Are you serious about getting married?
I don't know about you, but accepting someone's proposal is not my idea of a joke.
I never thought you would accept.
Is this your way to tell me you've suddenly changed your mind?
No! I guess I'm just surprised. And I wasn't expecting to do this over the phone.
I like texting. Among other things.
Do you really? And what might those things be?
As tempted as I am to get you all flustered and blushing, I'm really looking forward to my pie.
Andrea? This thing you have to tell me… has it anything to do with this unusual food craving?
I knew you were smarter than you looked.
Oh.
Sit down, Captain. It wouldn't do for you to faint in the middle of the street.
So… I'm going to be a father?
Brilliant deduction, Captain Crieff. How do you feel about it?
Terrified.
And quite happy too.
Just like the first time I got to fly.
Mr Holmes was right. But then, he always is.
You told him first?
He deduced it.
Of course he would.
What about the pie we were talking about?
Coming.