*St Bart's Canteen*
Mary: So, what's his name?
Molly: Frederick.
Mary: *leans forward eagerly* What's he like?
Molly: *smiles, dreamy eyed* Sweet and cuddly with big hazel eyes, so cute!
Mary: *giggles, a knowing smirk on her face* And ginger, I assume.
Molly: *groans* I can't help it! Gingers are my weakness!
Sherlock: *undercover in hoodie and jeans, growls and shoves away from the table behind Molly* Ginger, Molly? Really? Do you not recall my admonition that you avoid all attempts at a future relationship? This is the perfect example as to why. *scoffs* Ginger, indeed.
Molly: *gapes*
Mary: *smiles knowingly*
Sherlock: Now, where is this Francisco?
Mary: *puts hand over heart dramatically* Why, Mr Holmes, you do appear to be a bit jealous of the fair lady's attentions.
Sherlock: *glares at Mary* Of course I am. It isn't enough that the woman I love is oblivious to my feelings, but insists on dating a *shivers* ginger.
Molly: *stares, wide-eyed* You love me?
Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Obviously. Do keep up, Moll-
Molly: *jumps up and snogs him rather enthusiastically*
Mary: *watches on, like a proud mama*
Molly: *pulls back* I love you, too.
Sherlock: *smugly holding his Molly* Good. Shall we pay dear Franklin a visit to let him know he can find his own girlfriend, instead of poaching mine?
Mary: *sniggers*
Molly: *flushes darker* Sherlock, Frederick isn't my boyfriend.
Sherlock: *frowns* He's not? What about the cuddliness and big hazel eyes and your weakness for gingers?
Molly: *bites her lip, smiling* He's a ginger tabby I just adopted.
Sherlock: *flushes dark red* Oh.