Mrs Hudson's Smartphone

by calgarry

Mrs Hudson gets a smartphone for Christmas from John, but can't quite get the hang of it. Short, sweet little stories told in texts,not necessarily in order. Essentially a collection of oneshots, with some plots running through the whole story. Please read and review! *COMPLETE*

2. Group text

Normal is Mrs Hudson

Italics is John

Bold is Sherlock

Group text: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Martha Hudson

Oh! What's this?

It's a group text, Mrs Hudson. You can talk to me and Sherlock together.

I didn't mean to do that, I just kept tapping the screen. How do I stop it?

You can't.

What's this? - SH

It's a group text. You can talk to John and Sherlock together.

I mean, me and John together.

John and I?

Oh, goody! - SH

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Sherlock.

Oh for God's sake get a new line, John! What's the point of this? -SH

For fun, Sherlock. You know what that is?

Fun is solving a case. - SH

Fun is enjoying yourself.

Fun is baking cookies for you two boys!

Oh, is that what I can smell? They smell delicious, Mrs Hudson.

Thank you. You can't have any until you to boys clean up that dining table though!

Can't. It's in use. - SH

Being used for what?

An experiment. - SH

No severed heads I hope?

No. - SH

No dangerous chemicals that could burn my good wooden table?

…Define dangerous… - SH

WHAT

I mean, no, of course not Mrs Hudson. - SH

Good. The cookies are oat and razor.

Oat and restored.

John, I think that auto cucumber's come back.

CORRECT.

Coming, Mrs Hudson.