Title prompt fic

Sherlock and four year old Lizzie Watson stared at each other, both of them making all sorts of careful deductions. Finally, the more socially skilled of the two of them spoke up.

"Are we gonna do anything?" Lizzie asked.

Sherlock shrugged. "Do I have to do anything to entertain you?"

Lizzie also shrugging. "Usually people do something when they babysit me."

Sherlock sighed. "What would you suggest?"

"Something fun," she said with a little smile.

"Mm," Sherlock hummed, not terrible motivated to come up with some sort of jolly activity.

"Molly would have done something fun," Lizzie added.

"Yes well, Molly has come down with an awful cold. So I'm afraid you got stuck with me instead!"

"Last time Molly babysat me, we had loads of fun!" she said with a grin. "We played games, and built a fort, and we ate macaroni and cheese for supper! Molly said it was her very favorite kind ever!"

"Did she?" Sherlock asked, trying to conceal his interest.

"Mmhm," Lizzie agreed. "She even said that macaroni and cheese always makes her feel better and that it's better than soup when she's sick."

"Oh?" Sherlock's interest was increasing by the moment. He cleared his throat and tried to proceed casually. "And exactly…which kind of macaroni and cheese was this?"

"It came in a box."

Sherlock leaned in. "Yeeees, but which one?"

Lizzie shrugged. "I dunno! I don't buy the food!"

Sherlock pursed his lips, thinking for a bit. Finally he got up. "Lizzie, how would you like to go to the grocery store? Perhaps our activity can be to find something special for Aunt Molly. And it may just take care of your supper as well."

"Oh yes, let's!" Lizzie said, hopping up excitedly.

"So," Sherlock said as he picked Lizzie up and they stared at the shelf which was lined with boxed macaroni and cheese. "Which one?"

Lizzie turned to her uncle with a sheepish expression. "Um, I dunno. I don't remember."

"Hmm." Sherlock visually scanned the shelf before setting his niece down. He moved the shopping carriage over and began picking up two of every brand and dumping it inside. "Lizzie, are you ready for an experiment this evening?"

"Yes yes!"

"Excellent!"

"But, why are you buying two of each?" Lizzie asked.

"We have to make one of all of them for you to taste test. You can have a bite of each, with a drink of water between to cleanse the palate of course. And then whichever is the right one, I'll need to have another box to make for Molly tomorrow, won't I?" Sherlock grinned down at her. "And then you will be free to take the rest of the extra boxes home with you. I'm sure your parents will be ever so pleased," he said with a note of sarcasm.

"Shouldn't you get flowers too?" Lizzie asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

He frowned. "Why would I do that?"

"Silly, you know why!" She giggled happily.

Sherlock looked at her with the very slightest hint of fear. "You are so very much like your mother…"

Molly woke up to the sound of someone in her kitchen, which could only mean one thing.

"Sherlock!" she called in a croaking voice. "I can't help you today, I'm still sick!"

"I realize that, Molly! Be there in a moment!"

Molly sighed in exhaustion. She really didn't think she could handle Sherlock Holmes this afternoon. It was all she could do to take care of herself. And a moment later, Molly almost began to worry that the cold had taken a terrible turn and she was now hallucinating…because Sherlock walked in with a tray of food and tea, which included a little vase of flowers.

"W-what are you doing?" Molly asked as she propped herself up and gaped at the tray that was placed on her lap.

"I believe this is your favorite, yes? Thought perhaps you could do with a bit of care today." He stood back and grinned down at her.

Molly could barely form words from the shock of it all. "I…I can't believe you did this."

"Well, I did have a bit of help. Lizzie Watson was integral in the selection of your meal."

Molly took a bite of the nice warm and gooey macaroni and cheese and she let out a groan of satisfaction. "This is just…perfect. It's just what I needed right now."

Sherlock smiled as he shocked her yet again by taking a seat on the bed. "Oh and Lizzie also told me to give you this." He leaned in and pressed his lips to her cheek, giving her a warm and leisurely kiss. Molly's eyes were huge as he pulled away.

"S-so, that was uh, a kiss from Lizzie?" Molly managed to squeak out.

Sherlock smirked as he tucked some of her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear. "Oh no…that was from me."