Scientific Merit
Mycroft glanced over to his younger brother, who was buried in a thick book entitled "Medical Myths and Truths". Hardly normal reading material for a train station. "Do I wish to so much as ask?"
"There is an entire chapter on supposed methods of determine an unborn child's gender," he replied evenly, licking the tip of his long finger to turn the page. "At least one of them must have some scientific merit."
The portly man chuckled. "What, like the wedding ring on the hair trick? I thought more of you, Sherlock."
"That's a bad example," he bristled, visibly irked. "There must be some that work." He turned the page again, face lighting up. "Like this one! If it is a girl, the mother will crave sugar; if it is a boy, salt. When you consider the effects of the hormones that are thought to influence the gender..." He looked up and towards his brother. "What did she have for breakfast this morning?"
His brother sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'd say to act normal in front of Mother, but she knows how you are."
