[OOM] Oswin, Moriarty and Delicious Cake.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"You know where the kitchen is," Moriarty says as they enter, setting down the basket, and the violin next to it. "I'll be with you momentarily.

The moment in question, it seems, is being mostly devoted to finding a change of clothes from his wardrobe. Victorian clothes are all good and well, but they're stiff, and a lot of layers, and they tend to pick up the smell of London like nothing else.

(Moriarty rather hates the smell of London.)

The kitchen is, at least, in the same place. It would be inconvenient if it was somewhere totally different.

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[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"- Really? The kitchen is kind of bland and not ve - oh I see."

Moriarty blushes a little, but nods. "I promise not to take it personally."

[souffle_girlek]

She laughs, both because his blush really is adorable and because of the headiness of relief, beaming at him brightly.

"Such surprise. Those hoards of fluttery females downstairs must be slacking on the job."

Do you know what the best thing about jeans is? If you manage to get your hands into the back pockets, you've got yourself a pretty nice handful.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"I am entirely unaccustomed to this much attention," Moriarty admits wryly, and with only a slight jolt of surprise and a small laugh at the taking-of-handfuls.

[souffle_girlek]

"I am shocked. Shocked. On behalf of woman-kind, and to be quite frank, the male half too, I apologize. That's just not right." Oswin retorts, though there's a note of gloating in there. Means she doesn't have to share.

[awesome_binomial_theorems]

"You are doing an excellent job of making up for their lapse, so I shouldn't worry," Moriarty grins.