Fluff & Stuff

Elder Conference

"John." Sherlock groaned into the phone irritatedly. John chuckled and shook his head even though she couldn't see.

"I am not getting you out of this. You went by your own will." John said, pinning his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he stirred the pasta in the pan. Sherlock huffed angrily as another elderly person bumped into her shoulder.

"I thought there would be killings but anything that's happened so far is a woman named Teressa fainting because of tiredness." Sherlock grumbled distractedly as she made her way through a crowd of elderly people to reach her brother, who was chatting boredly with an old woman. She squeaked as someone stepped on the back of her shoe, causing her to stumble forward. "Son of a-"

"Sherlock! No cursing your elders." John scolded, biting back a smile.

"Jaawwwnnn stop laughing this isn't funny!" Sherlock whined as she fixed her shoe and pulled her scarf tighter around her neck. John let out a giggle but covered his mouth when he realised that was not a manly thing to do. "Did you just giggle?" Sherlock asked teasingly.

"Sorry. I can't help it." John sighed with a smile. Sherlock giggled on the other line.

"John, you can giggle and it still make you no less manlier than you already are." Sherlock added, as if she was reading John's mind.

"I love you, Sherlock." John said, putting down the utensil he was using to stir the pasta. Sherlock smiled, even though more elderly people nudged and bumped against her.

"And I love you, John." Sherlock said back, a huge grin on her face. "Now, I'll see you later. Better save some of that pasta for me." Sherlock said before kissing the speaker on the phone and then hanging up. John looked at the phone with a confused expression but smiled and realised she was Sherlock Holmes. She could know anything and everything.

~AT NIGHT~

"John, why are there shredded and processed tomatoes on the noodles?" Sherlock asked while squinting at her plate.

"Sherlock, stop questioning and eat the damn spaghetti."