Jim: Sebastian.
Jim: Seb.
Jim: Sebbbb...!
Sebastian: What? What have you done?!
Jim: I want hot chocolate.
Sebastian: Seriously? You realize that I'm working?
Jim: For me! And I want hot chocolate.
Jim: And pancakes.
Sebastian: Jim, I'm busy.
Jim: Where are you?
Sebastian: Kensington. I'm observing Target 14.
Jim: Oh. I don't care about him anymore.
Sebastian: You ordered me to watch him this morning!
Jim: Changed my mind.
Sebastian: …
Jim: Sorry.
Jim: ;)
Sebastian: Basically I've just wasted an entire day.
Jim: I'll make it up to you.
Sebastian: I doubt it.
Jim: Ouch. That hurts, Sebby.
Sebastian: Look. You're sure that 14 isn't important anymore?
Jim: Positive.
Sebastian: In that case, I'll go eat now. I'm starving.
Jim: Or...
Sebastian: Or?
Jim: Or you could come home...
Sebastian: No.
Jim: Ouch. Again.
Jim: Seb...?
Jim: Sebby...?
Jim: Sebastian Moran!
Sebastian: WHAT?!
Jim: Please don't be mad?
Jim: I thought 14 was important. Things have changed. I've obtained some unexpected information.
Sebastian: It's fine.
Jim: Really?
Sebastian: Sure.
Jim: Great! In that case... will you come home and make me pancakes?
Sebastian: Are you serious right now?
Jim: I WANT PANCAKES! AND HOT CHOCOLATE!
Sebastian: You are a grown man. And a feared criminal mastermind.
Jim: I know?
Sebastian: And you want pancakes.
Jim: And hot chocolate.
Sebastian: You are Jim Moriarty and you want pancakes and hot chocolate.
Jim: Yes, that's what I said! Are you trying to annoy me by stating the obvious?
Sebastian: I'm not coming home to make you pancakes and hot chocolate.
Jim: But Sebbyyy... Why not?
Sebastian: Because. Grown man. And all that. Make them yourself.
Jim: Um...
Sebastian: Please don't tell me you don't know how?
Jim: I know how?
Sebastian: Are you lying?
Jim: Smart Sebby! ;)
Sebastian: Oh God... Okay, listen. For hot chocolate, you heat up milk on the stove. You need to turn on the stove, I really hope you know how. Milk's in the fridge.
Sebastian: You're a genius. I can't believe I'm teaching you how to make hot chocolate.
Jim: What about the pancakes?
Sebastian: Hot chocolate first.
Jim: Are you trying to test me?
Sebastian: Just tell me how it goes.
Jim: Seb. I've planned some of the most impressive break-ins of all time. I think I'll manage.
Sebastian: Okay...
Jim: Sh! Stop doubting me!
Sebastian: Fine. I'm sure you'll manage.
Jim: SEB!
Sebastian: Oh God, What?!
Jim: I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!
Sebastian: WHAT DID YOU DO! WHAT?!
Jim: The milk. Turned black. And it'll all over the stove and it's all hard and smells disgusting!
Sebastian: You burned the milk?!
Jim: I was distracted! I started thinking about chemistry and I sort of forgot about the milk, you see...
Sebastian: This is why I never ask you to cook..
Jim: That's mean, you know.
Sebastian: Totally justified, though. You just proved my point.
Jim: Sorry about the stove... Can you clean it?
Sebastian: How bad is it? Send me a picture!
Jim: Well...
Sebastian: Send me a picture right fucking now!
(Picture Received)
Sebastian: Oh, shit!
Jim: Um... I'm sorry? :(
Sebastian: Turn the stove off and then just stay out of the kitchen, okay?
Jim: What about the pancakes, though?
Sebastian: You are NOT making pancakes all by yourself, Jim!
Jim: I'm going to.
Sebastian: NO!
Jim: On my way to the kitchen.
Sebastian: Stop! Stop right now!
Jim: Opening the fridge...
Sebastian: I'm coming home! Don't do anything! I'll be there soon.
Jim: Then will you make me pancakes?
Sebastian: Fine.
Jim: Promise? :)
Sebastian: FINE.