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Dinner snickers helplessly when the noises in question emerge from her counterpart's mouth. Dessert is also doing something helplessly but it is not snickering.

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They are both lovely darling creatures.

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And they love him and Dinner has obtained one of his hands to nibble on.

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That is a delight. She is a delight. They are collectively a delight.

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Good. They aim to delight. That was the point of showing up here.

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Their aim is magnificently accurate.

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Oh good.

Meanwhile Dessert is pretty fucking delighted over here in Sherlock's lap.
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That is good, because Sherlock also aims to delight!

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He has lovely aim. The metaphor is particularly apt when sharp objects are involved, isn't it?

Dessert quakes in his arms, whimpering.
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Dessert is delicious.

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That is the idea, is it not?

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Yes. Yes it is.

And how is she enjoying herself so far?
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Quite.

She collapses onto him very happily. "I love you," she sighs.

Dinner has his hand still. She bites, smirking.
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"I love you too," says Sherlock, cuddling Dessert with his free arm. "Something on your mind, morsel number one?"

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"Maybe," says Morsel Number One.

"Yes," giggles Dessert breathlessly, and she kisses him.
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Sherlock grins and kisses back.

[Oh, do let's,] he says.
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And they do!

And later, in a cuddly row with a Sherlock in the middle of it, one of the morsels says, "Do you want to see if you can get us to react interestingly to some kinda shibboleth before we are one and the same?"
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"You seem to be assuming that I haven't already found you out."

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"Did you?" the other one asks.

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"At some point in the last half hour, yes."

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"What did you conclude?" inquires the first. They have developed a habit of taking turns to speak; when the one whose turn it is not speaks forgetfully, they generally say the same thing.

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"New," he says, indicating one, "and old," the other.

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"Knew you'd figure it out," says Old, forbearing to choose a pronoun.

"What was the giveaway, or did little discrepancies just add up?" asks New.
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"Little discrepancies."

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"We should pick a merging protocol," yawns Old.

"Nothing too sophisticated with muffling or anything, though, we're both sane and the same mental age and so on," says New.

"Yeah."
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