Sadie: That’s a very good point. John would fight tooth and nail to keep that ‘tough guy’ exterior up around Mycroft…his is not a baby, should anyone need to be reminded. But, Sherlock *does* look awfully content to sit in his older brother’s lap. And Mycroft, while still being his normal stuffy, proper self, doesn’t sound as nearly condescending as he usually does. And John is starting to feel a bit left out.
“Oh! So pretty!” John cooed.
“Thank you, Jawn.” Mycroft said, with a tilt of his head. Sherlock made a face and went back to counting his sprinkles.
“Wha’ flavor is it?” John said around a mouthful of ice cream.
“It’s rose flavour.” Mycroft took a dainty bite, steadfastly ignoring the fact that John was talking with his mouth full.
“Fwowers?”
“Yes, like the flowers.”
“Rabbit food.” Sherlock whispered into his own ice cream that he was stirring into a soup.
“Can I try some? You can try mines.” John hastily plucked a gummy worm off of a spoonful of green ice cream before offering it to Mycroft.
Sadie: “You can have a bite, yes, but I’m not having that one.”
“Oh. Cause’da worm?”
“Yes, because of the…worm,” Mycroft said tightly. “Sherlock, you asked for it, please eat it.”
“Is too sweet,” Sherlock grumbled, holding up his spoon and watching the syrup drip from it.
“I’m sure it’s very sweet,” Mycroft got a small spoonful of his ice cream and held it up to John’s lips. “But I’ve seen you tuck away a whole jar of that marshmallow gunk without batting an eyelid. What’s put you off, hm?”
Sherlock picked up a gummy worm, put it in his mouth, and loudly slurped it down and chewed while looking Mycroft directly in the eye.
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