threepipeproblem | Mrs Hudson is happy to pop this cherry... and I sincerely apologize for that mental imagery

Pulling back on her long rubber gloves, Mrs. Hudson left the slow-cooker to do it's job, satisfied that the thickening chili within would be ready well in time for a nice early dinner. She'd been making her way between it and 221c since the late morning, but hardly out of any real sense of fire safety.

No, she was simply taking every opportunity to pass by the slim package resting on the hall sidetable. It was so unusual for either of the boys to receive a package, she couldn't help the leery sense of curiosity. After all, Sherlock seemed to lift everything he needed from the St Bart's lab (she'd seen the labels in her occasional attempts at organizing the boy's kitchen) and John... well. It sometimes seemed he knew less of the computer than she did.

Mrs. Hudson took a long moment to give the package one last steely look (don't you dare explode, I only just hoovered, her glare seemed to say) before ducking back into the dim dankness of 221c to continue her attempts at sprucing.

Oh, how did she manage to let it fall into such a state?

[ ooc: I'm comfortable with action or prose logs, so it's taggers preference! Visitors are obviously welcome, as are the Baker Street boys themselves. Multiple threads adored. This is pre-Reichenbach, but I can tweak if you'd prefer post 2x03. Just let me know. ]

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[And he'll just be ignoring her age remark. Mrs. Hudson will never be old. It's simply not allowed.]

This package.... [He doesn't touch it yet. But he gestures to indicate it.] Who left it?

The postman. [ She plucks at her gloves, coming into the narrow hall. ] It wasn't ticking, so I brought it in. Expecting something, dear?

[He shakes his head slightly.]

No... And it's not addressed. Not properly in any event.

[And it came through post, so too many hands have touched it already. He's eying it with a hint of hesitancy. He looks at Mrs. Hudson from the side.]

And just because it's not ticking, doesn't mean it isn't dangerous.

[Now he flashes a grin.]

Oh, don't you start that nonsense in here. [ Mrs Hudson loves Sherlock, she does, but the damage done to her home already has made her a bit touchy.

She remembers the bomb, Sherlock, and the bullet holes in the wall. ] We ought to call your detective friend. I don't like you boys taking chances with that awful man still out there.

[He leans over and kisses her on the cheek.]

Never fear, Mrs. Hudson, I am a detective.

[After all, Sherlock loves her too. Even if he has a strange way to show it.]

[ She flushes again, patting him gently on the shoulder with a gloved hand. Still, Mrs. Hudson tries to fit her expression of affection into something a little more stern. ] Be that as it may, you don't have a bombsquad at your disposal.

[ She wavers a bit, then shakes her head. ] It'd be best to simply wait until John is home, and if it's not his then throw it out. Why do you insist on inviting trouble?

Where would the fun in that be?

[Besides, he can't resist a good mystery.]

[ Mrs Hudson gives Sherlock the driest look she can summon, and presses her fingers against her mouth.

It's not like she can grab the package and throw it out the window, as much as she'd like to. That would be unforgivably rude. ] I don't suppose you'd be willing to open it outside?

[Sherlock grins and offers Mrs. Hudson a small hug.]

I shall take it upstairs, that way you don't have to worry about anything.

[And he'll be able to run a few tests on it first.]

What, and have you expire from some new poison in that kitchen you mistake for a lab? Think of how the neighbors would talk. I think not. Leave it for the moment, Sherlock, surely it can keep until your good doctor returns home.

Mrs. Hudson.

[He had let her go and now had a terseness to his tone.]

What has you so worried about it? Typically you're not spooked by such things.

Mrs Hudson is happy to pop this cherry... and I sincerely apologize for that mental imagery

Re: action is perfectly okay~

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I need to finish loading my Mrs. Hudson icons :X

haha, I do, too. someone was kind enough to make me a bunch!

Oh, I have some made, I just need to actually load them :/

sorry, i had to crash! it was late ;;

Sleep is overrated :P I understand, though.

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