"Yes! I win again!" The tiny girl chirped, absolutely giddy over the frustrated scowl on the grown man's face. "Wow, you're really bad at this, Uncle Sherlock." His eye twitched. There was no possible way that a child could ever be better than him. Especially at this infernal game of 'Mario Kart'. He scoffed.
"This game is so highly illogical that my extreme intelligence can't fathom through it's stupidity." Rosie giggled at his huffy tone, the one he always got when he was embarrassed.
"It's okay, Uncle Sherlock. I'll go easy this time." He groaned but gripped his controller tightly in both hands. A few minutes later he was on his feet, controller slammed to the ground and he was yelling.
"It is not probable that a tiny, single banana peel can have that effect on a race car! Where is the justice?! Rosie," he turned sharply to the girl who was desperately trying to hold in fits of laughter. "We are never playing this game again. I forbid it!"
She couldn't do it. She burst into laughs that shook her whole body. The sight warmed Sherlock's heart, especially since he had been the one to cause it. She stood on her tiptoes on the couch to come about to his chin. She stretched and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Whatever you say, Uncle." They turned off the game, Sherlock sneering at the stupid, chubby Italian's face and then they both looked at each other.
"So..." Sherlock began,"... Cluedo?" Now it was Rosie's turn to groan.