"Myke, how about Ella Persephone?" a heavily-pregnant woman asked from across the table. She was flipping through the Acta Mathematica while balancing a red pen on the tips of her fingers.
"Wrong, Vicky! Who wants to name their child after a dreary Greek myth?" Sherlock shouted from the other room.
"Oh, sod off, Sherlock!" Vicky yelled back. She marked something in the journal with a tsk and flipped the page.
"I like it, my dear," Mycroft murmured, patting her hand and stealing the pen.
"That's mine!" Vicky huffed.
"Stop reading that journal, it only upsets you, which can't possibly be good for your blood pressure."
"It's not my fault they're all idiots."
"I know, dear."
Vicky smiled and sat the journal down.