Ume is smiling, holding up a plate of freshly made pancakes and omurice. ❝ Tada! ❞

Ume chuckled softly, moving to sit across from him. ❝ You're welcome! It's definitely a lot huh? ❞

A small laugh, head tilting forward. ❝ Good, and thank you! Sherlock really imprinted on me that young detectives should learn to cook good meals. ❞

Flopping on a nearby bench, she needs a two minute power nap before the next case and away from the prying eyes of detectives who only know her Witch half.

❝ It really is. ❞ She was glad to learn though. No more burnt food for dinner.

She just tripped-.

She's going for a walk, she's getting too much into her own head about things.

Certainly! Company is always nice during walks.

Flowers are arranged, books out away- And now! She's falling onto the bed, resting her hand over her face.

Flowers at her front door. Sherlock leaning around her to view them, and she is swiftly shutting it without care. Fuck this shit.

A small sneeze-! Ugh... She fell in water during a chase and got sick.

Oh-! She's thankful!

It won't- Hopefully...

Just a small cold... Maybe... Soup should help right?

( Fanfic so good, you read it twice )

( Are you finally gonna let me post today- )

( I wanted to wish you a happy birthday earlier, but it wasn't let me escape prison 😭 )

( You're welcome! 💙💙💙🫂 Congrats on 28! )

( At least your twenty young! )

( Yeah LOL )