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"Mycroft, for once in your life, indulge me," said a certain consulting detective while trying to keep hold of his brother's left arm, the one not holding the ubiquitous umbrella.
"All my life has been dedicated to your whims, Sherlock! What are we doing here, and why are you missing your appointment with Lady Smallwood and making me miss mine with the European Commissioner?"
"Well, your department chief understood how important my mission here was and we have rescheduled for this afternoon. As for the European Commissioner, I should think you would be happy to miss yet another chance of eating crow after the so-called Referendum. Besides, getting the right things requires my brilliance and your lamentably useful conventionality."
The pair were striding down Victoria Str, and Mycroft couldn't even grumble about the distance, since it was a stone's throw from Whitehall and his own discreet office behind William Str.
The good thing about being reasonably tall -*bloody giraffes*, in a certain vertically-challenged doctor's opinion- was that they had a longer stride and thus reached their destination faster.
"Pray what are you intending to do here?" queried the elder.
"Acquire all the necessities for the role I am to play shortly," replied the younger with an exaggerated eye roll.
"Now that is a puzzle I cannot solve: how can you, an avowed non-believer, go through the whole rigmarole of a christening, and a Catholic one at that, is beyond my powers of logical thinking!"
"Simple, Mary requested it, Mary will get her way as long as John is safe from her. After all, I was the best man, I was the logical choice for godfather. Of course, if you had been chosen to play that role, I might need to capitalise the first letter."
"Very droll, Sherlock, now that we're here, let's get on with the selection of the appropriate trousseau for Ms. Watson."
The House of Fraser had such a selection of christening outfits that the brothers were bound to spend a considerable amount of time looking through the brand names and the selection available, from Armani to Westwood. The last one had both brothers shaking their heads in unison. No way Willa Elizabeth Watson was going to be dressed in a christening outfit by the late Moriarty's favourite designer!
They finally settled on Heritage Girl's silk outfit, complete with long silk dress, bonnet, silk booties, frilly silk panties and matching Ophelia shawl, setting Mycroft back 350 pounds, give or take.
"Why am I financing this flight of fancy, again?"
"You must admit, dear brother, that it's money well-spent. Next stop, Hamleys; I need to get her the biggest plush bee in the whole United Kingdom!"
With a sigh, Mycroft pulled out his phone and made a request for his car to pick them up and take them to Picadilly Circus.