Oh hell He'd completely forgotten he'd just put the box of macaron's on the counter when he'd walked in. The sight of a not quite put together Mycroft actually growling at someone on the phone the moment he walked in threw everything else out of his brain.

He stood up, picking up the salad bowl and giving them both an average serving of salad on what he really hoped was the salad plate. If it wasn't he was going to look like a right arse when Mycroft returned.

The smell of pasta, sauce and cheese hit him before he even spotted Mycroft returning with the plate and he groaned.

"Oh Christ, that smells delicious! Sorry, I didn't get a chance to eat lunch today and I'm starved."

Turning in his seat, he grinned seeing Mycroft walk in with the plate.

"You know," he said, his brain forgetting to work in collaboration with his mouth. "That is a sight I could definitely get used to seeing."

Oh...hell, that was actually said out loud.