William was mostly done with his homework. But any excuse to stop was ok with him. He packed his books away, washed his hands, and was at the table even before Sherlock was.

It was a nice dinner. Still a bit quiet from the hullaballoo earlier, but pleasant, not awkward. They didn't actually talk about that, or surprisingly about John being pregnant either. It was more about the recital coming up and the forecast of storms for tomorrow and just general chit chat.