the farthest point

    “Ran away, Rabastan,” she corrected, keeping her cringe internal. Oh, her poor garden, under attack now. At least Bastan was happy. She kissed the tip of his nose; at least that was free of dirt. “I’ve got my bunny right here. “ 

Okay, maybe not her best efforts, because she did take another minute to consider the proposition before she shrugged and said, “All right. Grab some food and a movie maybe, yeah?” 

     “Wow, that was brave of you!” She said with awe, pointedly not thinking about the part of her garden that was now trampled and torn up. It was the thought that counted, after all. And it was a very sweet thought. She returned the kiss, just as noisily. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up, and then we can put them in a vase.” 

She swings him up into her arms, bracing him on her hip with a soft, “Oooph!” It’s not really an exaggeration, but as long as he wanted ‘up’, she’d give it to him, no matter how it made her back twinge. “Yeah? What do you have to give me,” she said, even though it was pretty obvious. “Did my big boy bring me a treat?” 

       Who wants a Sherlock in their inbox?

     “He’s involved himself in one of my cases.” Which was perhaps putting it mildly. “He could have killed my friend.” He should know she’d never had many of them. In fact, hadn’t really had one since he left for India. 

            “—Have you worked for a man called Moriarty?” 

          “You have never disappointed me, Victor. Perhaps one day you will. But not today.” A pause, and then, in case that wasn’t clear enough. “I’m not here to arrest you.” She wasn’t entirely sure why she was here, except that this was a case she had to see through to the end, personally. 

            wanting the thing but not knowing if people do the thing and asking is such an awkward thing

         “Not quantitatively, no.” But there was something about it that made looking away difficult. “They suit you.” 

        Her lips pursed tight. He was at least partially right. Killing him like this, when all he’d do was whine about it, wasn’t any fun. He wasn’t even screaming; just a lot of talking. “I’m sitting here because you’re sitting there. Not doing much of anything. It’s rather dull. What does dear Sirius see in you?” Her eyes flashed, alighting on another avenue of goading. “I still have that bit of mirror you stabbed me with, you know. Maybe we should give my beloved cousin a call. See if that will liven you up a bit.”