Even though Sherly looked absolutely ridiculous sitting in such a large chair, John had to hand it to Sherlock. He was able to get her to stop crying and to actually eat something. Sherlock also made John a sandwich, but he himself wasn't particularly hungry.
"How is it?" Sherlock asked, almost treating it like an experiment rather than a meal. Sherly looked up and nodded.
"Very good," she whispered, her mouth completely covered with nutella and potato crumbs. John leaned over and wiped her mouth dotingly as Sherlock looked at him.
"Hmm?" John grunted as he noticed Sherlock staring at him. "Oh right. It was really good. Tasted like a doughnut."
"Interesting. Well, I'm glad you liked it," Sherlock answered as he stood up.
"Where are you going?" John asked as Sherlock scrunched his brow.
"Back home. Haven't I completed the task?" Sherlock whispered, lost on what John was asking. John only smiled and shook his head.
"Come on, stay for a little bit. Sherly hasn't seen you in forever," John replied as Sherly looked up at him with her big blue eyes. Sherlock bit his lip and sat back down.
"I will stay for a little bit. I do have a case-" Sherlock began as John shook his head.
"No, you don't," John whispered, catching his bluff. Sherlock pursed his lips, looking for an excuse. He did like being around John and his daughter, but he didn't like domestics. "Just until Sherl goes to sleep."
"Fine," Sherlock agreed as Sherly smiled and cheered.