YULE

[fighting_northumerland]

John stopped in front of the front door. It wasn't too late, he reasoned-- they hadn't seen him yet. They could escape back into the cab, get Chinese, have a quiet night to themselves and not deal with the madness of Watson Christmas...

Behind them, the cab pulled away and turned off into traffic. Trapped.

"Well then," he said, steeling himself, and knocked.

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[fighting_northumerland]

John looked back and forth between his partner and his sister, eyebrow raised.

"You two are going to make Ella a very busy woman," he sighed. "I assume you'll want the violin?"

[punchmeitssubtext]

"I'm a show-off, of course I'll want the violin." He radiated false innocence. "Besides, I'm out of change and the children have to be kept quiet somehow."