Disclaimer: Does it need saying? Would Steven or Mark ever lower themselves to writing something this hideous? That's right. Don't think so.

'Karaoke?' John exclaimed while Mary tried to hide her laughter (and failing).

'YES, isn't that a brilliant idea? I did some singing in a nightclub… oh how they loved me…' Mrs. Hudson said excitedly.

'You were a stripper.' Mycroft commented dryly.

Mrs. Hudson blushed 'yes, but also a singer'.

'I'm sorry but I'm not gonna sing.' Molly said, her cheeks burning red already.

'Na-ah, me neither.' John said, trying to ignore a pouting Mary.

'Does it need saying?' Mycroft said sarcastically.

'Well, I'm in.' Mary said with twinkling eyes.

Lestrade chuckled 'whatever, yeah, me too, why not right?.'

Mrs. Hudson smiled and started writing the names of the guests down on pieces of paper (including those of the people that had refused to be a part of it) and put them in an empty jar with an etiquette that said "Eyeballs: not edible, for science only" when suddenly she looked up and said:

'Sherlock, you didn't say whether you'd like to join in?'

Sherlock emerged from the kitchen and shot the housekeeper a look that was enough of an answer already.

Mrs. Hudson sighed but, courageous as she was, still put the detective's name in the jar.

She put the jar on a small table in the middle of 221B, in which the "party" was held (for the record, it was not like Sherlock had invited all these people, but Mrs. Hudson had insisted on the high functioning sociopath having a "social evening").

'So, any volunteers?' She said while looking through the extraordinary bunch, letting her eyes rest on every single one of them (Mycroft, Lestrade, John, Mary, Molly and Sherlock).

When no one said anything she nodded and grabbed a random piece of paper from the jar.

With a theatrical movement she unfolded the piece and said enthusiastically:

'The first person to sing is…'