That was the last damned straw. Sherlock pushed back from the table, springing up to his full height and letting go of John's hand abruptly.
"Mrs Watson," he said, focusing on John's mother. "I'd be... more than happy to help you bring in the coffee."
It was a desperate move and everyone at the table knew it. There were a few stifled giggles and a handful of uncomfortable murmurs--none of them, surprisingly, from Harry, who seemed to be working her way up to a shriek of some kind but wouldn't be ready to let loose for another minute or two.
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Date: 2012-02-10 06:28 am (UTC)"Mrs Watson," he said, focusing on John's mother. "I'd be... more than happy to help you bring in the coffee."
It was a desperate move and everyone at the table knew it. There were a few stifled giggles and a handful of uncomfortable murmurs--none of them, surprisingly, from Harry, who seemed to be working her way up to a shriek of some kind but wouldn't be ready to let loose for another minute or two.