'Sherlock? What did you do to the oven mitts? – JW'

'Do you mean those oversized tartan hand things that hang on the oven door? – SH'

'Yes! They're all burnt and sticky! What the hell? How am I supposed to take hot things out of the oven? Dammit Sherlock! Does everything have to get ruined? – JW'

'Um...I used them to put out the fire on the kitchen table- SH'

'The sticky stuff is burnt elastic - SH'

'Well that explains the smell in here! Nice job of hiding the marks on the table with the tea towel! Didn't even know you knew where they were! Where are you anyway? You need to get your sorry arse back here and clean up this mess! And pick up some new oven mitts while you're at it! – JW'

'I'm shopping. Can't come back home yet – SH'

'You sound very angry, John. Are you? Very angry I mean – SH'

'I am angry, Sherlock! I sometimes hate the way you just leave a mess and expect me to ignore it or clean up after you – JW'

'I'm sorry. It was a difficult day at the clinic and I was looking forward to a quiet evening. Coming home to the flat and finding it looking and smelling like this just set me off – JW'

'I'm truly sorry John. I had hoped to find what I needed and get back in time to at least help you clean up - SH'

'Now I feel bad for snapping at you – JW'

'What are you getting? – JW'

'I got the stuff I need from the chemist, but it's the other thing I can't find! It has to be a specific colour or everything will be ruined! – SH

'O-kay! Ummm what will be ruined, Sherlock? – JW'

'I don't think I want to tell you :( - SH'

'Sherlock! What did you do now? I'm just over being upset about the mitts! – JW'

'Oh! I've found some! - SH'

'I do love you John, you know that don't you? - SH'

'Yes Sherlock I do! And I am sorry for being snarky earlier but now you have me worried! Please tell me this isn't going to be another disaster? – JW'

'Not now it isn't. Are you hungry, John? - SH'

'And what's your favourite ice-cream? - SH

'Ummm chocolate. Sherlock? WTF? JW'

'Hmm. Yes. That comes into it too. Why don't you take a nice cool shower, but don't bother getting dressed afterwards - SH'

'I'll be home soon with Crispy Fried Duck and Szechuan sauce - wait for me in the bedroom - SH'

'What? Are you planning on trying to seduce me by bringing home my favourite take-away and ice cream? What are you going to do? Eat it off of me? Seriously Sherlock! What's going on? – JW'

'Please John! We did that with the strawberries and cream, remember? - SH'

'Actually, I plan to drizzle the sauce into your sexy little belly button, then dip the crispy fried duck into it and feed us both, one tiny morsel at a time, until the oils and spices aren't the only thing making you hot and sticky ;) - SH'

'Ummmmmmmmmm...Ripping off my clothes and getting into the shower! – JW'

'But afterwards we are going to talk about manipulation and how fucking good you are- at everything! – JW'

'No John, afterwards, you're going to put on these new, bright red boxers that I've just purchased for you, and we're going to get creative with the chocolate ice-cream! - SH'

A/N: It may not be Monday, but I couldn't help the red boxers...