Lestrade woke up to the smell of freshly made pancakes, maple syrup, and coffee. This scent lifted him out of bed and dragged him into the kitchen, the source of the delicious aroma.
“Good morning.” Mycroft smiled at him then looked back at the pancakes he was making. “How did you sleep?”
“Wonderful as always.
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Hope you won't feel offended by this message.
I just read this fic and so catched by the peacefull sweetness between Mycroft and Lestrade.By the way,I love pancakes,too.(OK this is not the point)
I know it's rude, but if you think it's okay, may I translate this article into Chinese for the Taiwanese fans of Sherlock 2010?I bet they will love this !
No matter what your answers is,I just want to tell you that I love this so much.
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So my response to your query? YES!
P.S you just made my day :D
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Thank you for your reply and kindness!
I just translated and posted your fic.I am not sure whether you can see it or not,but down below is the link of the BBS.
http://www.mtslash.com/viewthread.php?tid=17393&fromuid=12243
Hope to read your new wonderful fics soon!
Good day.
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