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“Today,” Eames announces, “is our anniversary.”

Arthur ponders this. It’s not their first I love you, not their first kiss, not their first meeting. Eames looks so tickled that Arthur suspects he’s making something random up, to be irritating. “What’s important about today?” Arthur asks.

“Today is the anniversary of the day I got hit by Mycroft Holmes’s car!” Eames declares triumphantly.

Actually…he’s right, and that is an important day for them. Arthur can’t dispute it.

He also knows there’s a reason Eames is buttering him up here. “What did you have in mind to celebrate?”

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On the one hand, they live in a city and don’t even own a car.

On the other hand, he and Eames have opinions on Lucky knowing survival skills and driving is definitely one of them.  

“We ought to teach her how to drive in dreams,” Eames suggests. “That would be the best way to learn. We can really go full throttle.”

Arthur isn’t so sure. “I don’t want her to think dream driving is like waking driving. She’ll develop bad habits.”

“Not at all! I really learned to drive in dreams, you know.”

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Sherlock had never really considered getting a tattoo before. It wasn’t that he had anything against them per se, just that he had never encountered anything he wanted permanently on his skin. He saw people covered in tattoos and wondered at how many things they wished unfailingly to see every single day. It seemed absurd to him. Sherlock, in those days, couldn’t imagine ever wanting to see anything every single day. Even a good murder would get boring.

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Matt has never made a gingerbread house before, because when would that have happened in his life? He buys the kit on a whim and tells Patrick, “I thought Adam would like it!”

Patrick says indulgently, “Sure,” but doesn’t seem as enthusiastic as Matt would have thought.

Six hours later when the house keeps collapsing on them and Adam has lost interest, Matt gets it. “So gingerbread houses don’t work,” he concludes, disappointed. He’d had grand hopes. But he cheers himself up. “But it does suit this falling-down house of yours.”