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Greg and John at the pub.
"So..." John said, faking a casual tone. "Done any investigating lately?"
"You had more than I thought, mate? We were just there."
"Not that one. Thought you might have been following up on Sherlock's case. Checking the evidence. Verifying his statements." John snickered. "Looking for ginger nuts."
Greg frowned into his pint. "I'm n'gonna get in the middle of those two. Felt like the git was trying to score points, and telling other people's secrets 's not on."
He continued, eager to change the subject. "But you know, it's not a bad choice for him."
John giggled.
"Not for that reason! The biscuit is plain-looking, but there's a kick to it. Sneaks up on you. Mycroft's got that same mild exterior with something fierce underneath."
"Are we really going to talk about what biscuits people are?" John looked vaguely confused.
"Sure. Why? 'Fraid you'll get shortbread?" Greg laughed at his own joke.
"Oi!" John protested, weakly.
"'m gonna be a bourbon."
"Cause you're hard on the outside but secretly have a soft center?"
"Nah, cause you nutters make me want a drink." Greg punctuated this statement with a swig from his lager. "Which leaves the big question. What's Sherlock? Jammie dodger? Custard cream?"
John nodded decisively. "I know this. Rich tea for the posh bastard."