"Ow!" He drew his hand back and rubbed it dramatically. William just rolled his eyes at them both and then went back to his homework.

"See?" Sherlock grumped. "He knows that what I am doing isn't wrong, when it comes to you teasing my nose with the sweet smell of pancetta." Okay, so he was being overdramatic and hamming it up, but John so rarely cooked this, and it was one of his favorite meals.