"Now Adalaide can pull off a pinny, being small and adorable. If I get her a white coat, she could be the next mad scientist doing dreadful things with flour." Mycroft stated with a completely straight face. He put the glass away, then turned towards Gregory. Who had left his hand open, and the most wicked look in those dark eyes.
"Where would you like it?" He answered blithely back, as he folded his fingers between Gregory's.
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21/9/18 03:01 (UTC)"Where would you like it?" He answered blithely back, as he folded his fingers between Gregory's.