Arianna Holmes strides out her room wrapped in her pink throw. She's sure that she is meant to be doing something today but really cannot be bothered with it and would rather spend the afternoon on a case with her dads.
John is already up and is cooking breakfast. Arianna knows this routine well. John always takes breakfast up to Sherlock. It's the only way he can convince him to eat.
"Annie you should be dressed." John says assuming Arianna knows what she is supposed to be doing today.
"But you don't have to go to that case until this afternoon." She reminds him stealing his mug of tea.
"You are so like your bloody father." John replies, sighing slightly and going to fetch another mug
"You're both going to drive me insane."
"Actually dad, I think you're way past that point." Arianna tells him with a giggle. It's a long standing family joke.
John laughs with her for a second before remembering the origins of the conversation.
"Seriously though Annie, uncle Mycroft wants you at Buckingham Palace for twelve. You need to hurry up and get dressed."
Oh, that's what she was meant to be doing.
"Do I have to go. I don't want to sit through tea with the Queen. She won't be the least bit interested by in the psychology of a criminal mastermind."
"Yes, Arianna Holmes you do have to sit through tea with the Queen if I have to do so as well."
"Fine" Arianna folds her arms "But I'm not getting dressed."
Have you been speaking to your father again?" John remembers a very similar scenario from the first visit he ever made to Buckingham Palace.
"No?" Arianna is telling the truth. John exits the room rolling his eyes.
"Hey Sherlock you'll never guess what your daughter wants to wear to Buckingham Palace!" calls up the stairs with a grin. She really is the image of her father.
"What John? If it's jeans and a T-Shirt let her, I've worn much worse than that to Buckingham Palace!"
"Sherlock just come down." John shouted back, Arianna heard the familiar thuds of her father walking across the landing and down the stairs.
Sherlock appeared in the kitchen, wrapped in his bed sheet. John took one look at him and burst into hysterics. Sherlock looked across to see his daughter almost mirroring him with a small smirk playing across her lips.
Like father, like daughterJohn thought, rolling his eyes and sending them both to get dressed.