Mrs Hudson sat at her favourite armchair by the fire, her hands moving busily in time to the soft music coming from her stereo. She heard the door open and quickly hid the knitting behind her cushion, picking up a book from the table beside her and pretending to read it.
There was a polite knock at her door, then John stuck his head in. "Everything all right, Mrs Hudson?" he asked cheerily.
"Yes, yes, dear, of course. I was just…reading," she told him, brandishing the book in front of her.
He raised an eyebrow slightly. "The dictionary?"
She looked at the cover of the book, surprised. "Um…yes! There was…a word I wanted to look up…" she smiled hopefully at him, praying he wouldn't inquire further.
Instead he chuckled. "All right, Mrs Hudson. Got to go now, see you later." With that he was off up the stairs to his flat.
About half an hour later, the door opened again, and she heard Sherlock come in and take off his coat. He, too, popped his head in the door. "Evening, Mrs Hudson,"
"Good evening Sherlock, how are you?"
"Scarf for John, is it?" She looked shocked, and he grinned at her. "I won't tell." Then he left.
She took up her knitting again, shaking her head. Those two! They were her boys.