[Hey!] Soph says, one Sunday morning when it is beastly hot - especially for a January - to her sister, her boyfriend, and her, uh, Sherlock. [It is water park weather, how does that sound to you guys? And then, like, Italian food, I am thinking fond pesto thoughts, are you guys with me on fond pesto thoughts?]
"I laugh in the face of empresses," says Tony, nuzzling Soph's shoulder. "Adorably."
"If I order you a tiramisu will you eat it and give the cute a break? Because it would attract attention if I torched of preciousness overload right here in the restaurant."
He reaches over and appears to pull a teeny tiny one out of her ear, then hands it to her gravely.
She looks at it.
She looks at Sherlock.
She puts the teeny tiny teddy bear on her her head, sticks it in place with a triangle, and flags down the nearest waitress for dessert menus.
"I should actually eat some food," says Tony. He commences doing that, which sadly necessitates un-snuggling from Soph a little bit.
Soph is a fast eater. Her fondly-thought-of pesto gnocchi is all gone. She checks the dessert menu for anything to supplant tiramisu, but nothing better catches her eye.
"Good first solid meal in a while?" Bella inquires of Sherlock.
Tony takes one look at Sherlock and volunteers to stick around and pay for the food.
"So me and Soph can drive back, and you and Sherry can... not do that."
Soph looks at Tony. She looks at Bella. She looks at Sherlock. She starts giggling to herself.
Bella rolls her eyes. "Well. Off we go to somewhere not under observation. Splendid waterpark-and-Italian idea, Soph, thank you."
"For teleporting," says Soph gravely. "Must not teleport in front of people. That is certainly what you meant. Yep."