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"Daddy! Daddy!"
"What?"
"Uncle Sherl is MAGIC!"
"Uncle Sherl promised to never do magic for you again. Ever." John rounded the corner in time to catch Sherlock's eye-roll.
"Not my tea, Daddy!" She made a disturbingly similar eye-roll. "Look!"
"You poisoned him!?" John hissed.
"I'm not a moron, John."
"Look Daddy!" She grabbed John's sleeve. Then she turned and said sternly, "Roll over!"
The dog rolled over, then sat up, panting happily.
John blinked. "How. . ."
"You don't have the voice of authority, John."
"I - hang on . . . Sherlock, why did Mycroft text 'Redbeard'?"
"I told you he'd bugged your living room!"