Chinese Food

"Chinese!"

"Italian!"

"Chinese!"

"Italian!"

"You boys are both idiots. Greek food is best. We're having Greek tonight."

Two sets of eyes turn towards Mary. "What? No! We're ordering Chinese tonight, love. You love Chinese food!" reasons John, hoping he could get his wife to come on board with him.

"She likes Italian food too, as I'm sure you know. Besides, we're in 221B tonight, which means I get to dictate what we're eating in my home. Italian."

"Chinese."

"Italian."

"Chinese!"

"Italian!"

Molly gives out a noise of frustration, bursting out of the bedroom in a bathrobe and a towel around her hair. "You two are so immature! I could hear you through the bedroom door, the bathroom door, the shower cubicle door and the water noise! You're fighting over what cuisine to eat for one night. Goodness, people would think you're arguing over which country to invade!"

Both men blink at Molly, suddenly reduced to two schoolyard boys being scolded by the headmistress. John at least has the courtesy to look embarrassed. Sherlock looks more eager to win the argument than anything else.

"You do agree, Molly, dear, that we should order what I want since we're in our home, right? Kindly tell John here that—"

"You're a right arse, Sherlock Holmes. This is my home too. Have you even bothered asking me what I'd like tonight? Heck, did you even bother asking Mary, who's in the same room as you two, what she wants to eat?"

"Greek." they both answer at the same time.

"Yes, but did you actually ask her? Or did she have to interject her opinion because you two were once again too busy acting like a bunch of toddlers?"

"Sorry love."

"Sorry Mary."

Mary smirks at the apologies she gets, completely amused at Molly's authority at the moment. "So Molly, what are you in the mood for?"

Molly's face and countenance completely relaxes, as if she hadn't just scolded the two most prominent figures in England after the Queen herself. "Oh, I'm in the mood for some stir fried beef with broccoli. And maybe some shrimp in oyster sauce."

John clenches his hand into a victory fist, smugly looking at the great Sherlock Holmes pouting at his wife, feeling utterly betrayed that she chose his best friend over him. "But Molly… Italian!"

"Sorry dear. It's Chinese food for me tonight. John, would you like to call or should I?"

Note: Fluffy married!Sherlolly hanging out with the Watsons. That's enough to light up an entire neighborhood's worht of Christmas trees.

In other news... 1-a-day Sherlolly challenge, anyone? :)