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There was no point to ribbon on a present. All it did was interfere with easily accessing the present. Oliver was definitely not going to appreciate the ribbon.

Sherlock made all of these points to John in rationally and logically, yet John continued to tie ribbons around Oliver’s gifts.

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Pete gives him flowers.

“What are these for?” Patrick asks.

“A symbol of my love for you,” Pete declares.

Sweet, thinks Patrick but doesn’t say, because that will go to Pete’s head.

The next day, they wake to roses the size of minivans - and getting bigger.

Pete says, “That spell didn’t go the way I planned. I ( Read more... )

“It is really just a bother,” Mycroft said.

Lestrade gave him an amused look.

“It snarls up all the traffic. I know Sherlock thinks I like to snarl up traffic, but I really don’t.”

“Do you stop in traffic? Don’t you just glide through it in your sleek black cars? Float above it?”

“The cars aren’t magic, you know.”

Lestrade grinned. “No, ( Read more... )

Matt is surprisingly adept at home-schooling. He didn’t think he would be -- he remembers barely being able to do his own schooling -- but something about the controlled chaos of coordinating the girls’ virtual classrooms suits him.

“It’s like touring,” Patrick remarks. “Just organized enough to keep going, just wild enough to hold your interest ( Read more... )

Matt is, in Patrick’s opinion, very bad at taking care of his voice. Reckless, Patrick tells him. Matt thinks this is hilarious. “Look at our daily dad lives. We are not reckless.”

Patrick doesn’t say I told you so when Matt’s voice rebels against him, doesn’t say he shouldn’t have kept going for that high note a dozen times after he’d already ( Read more... )

“I think we should have a traditional Thanksgiving,” says Patrick.

Pete just looks at him.

“Just because we can’t go home to our families doesn’t mean we should miss it out on Thanksgiving, right?” Patrick continues. “Doesn’t mean Tennyson should miss out, more importantly.”

“Okay,” Pete says slowly.

“What? You don’t agree?”

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“Nothing,” Archer said, staring at the many-tiered concoction.

Archer found his way to the castle kitchen, where the baker looked askance when he said he wanted to learn how to bake the night-and-day cake.

“Begging your pardon, Eminence, but it’s an extremely elaborate recipe. It takes a full week to bake.”

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“Want one?” he asked, brandishing a package at Rose. “Basically a Digestive.”

Rose wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “When I was a kid, I had a Digestive every day after school. I am now permanently tired of them.”

“Hmm,” the Doctor mused, studying Rose’s face.

“What?” she asked.

“Just thinking that I’ve lived nine hundred years and ( Read more... )

Maybe you need a distraction this December? Something nice to look forward to? I mean, no specific reason, just thinking we might all need a little good cheer. So: let's keep each other company through these long, dark days leading to the shortest of the year!

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