Wander (Kaz)

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Enjoy, your royal highness," Sherlock took the tea, ignoring how Karen acted and he sniffed it carefully to make sure that everything was in order before he actually drank. Then the detective cautiously sipped the tea. It was fine, there did not appear to be too much or too little sugar and he took another sip.
"The tea is fine." The detective said after a few more sips. And finally he had his cup of tea, which was the more important thing.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Everything! You might want to choose, I can't make me mind up and I haven't hear of half the ingredients," Amy said, and Karen chuckled and wondered how many times Amy had eaten any type of dessert. She didn't want to make anything too complicated so Amy could help, and Kaz also didn't want to overwhelm the little girl with a soufflé or something else riducilious.

"Uhm..." Karen bit onto her lip, leaning over the girl's shoulder to read the book. She flipped a page and her eyes lit up. "Aha! Cupcakes! Perfect, what do you think, Amy? How does that sound? We can decorate it with sprinkles, and icing, and chocolate chips, whatever you want. And any colour," she said, excitedly. Karen would probably not eat too much, though. Actress and all that. Although, she might put in an extre gym session if needed. Whatever she had to do to make Amy happy.

Karen was so happy, she didn't even bother to acknowledge Sherlock's 'the tea is fine'. Ungrateful twit.

[Amy]

Amy's eyes widdened as Kaz talked about cupcakes. They sounded amazing if they could be so decorated and coloured.
"They sound amazing!" she exclaimed. Looking down at the pictures, her eyes then flickered to the list of ingrediants, her fingers running down the words as she read them.
"It hasn't got too many ingrediants. It shouldn't be as hard as some of the others." She commented after she had carefully read through the list twice.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock couldn't be bothered about the cupcakes and hastily beat a retreat into the living room to finish his cup of tea. And find a newspaper so he could complete the Suduko and then the Crossword. He couldn't find any more newspapers to complete and all the books where boring. Apparently Karen was now in some series called Doctor Who. Sherlock remembered it coming back with some block called Christopher Eccleston but nothing else. He had watched it when he was a boy, but that was not something the detective would bring up. Instead he decided to write random limericks on the newspaper.

There once was a man named Jim,
Who destroyed people on a whim,
He was shot in the head,
But still isn't dead,
And finding him has become rather slim.

There was a young actor called Karen,
Who had to avoid every tavern,
For if a picture were got,
Her cover would be shot,
And her future would be slightly so baren.

By now Sherlock had finished his tea and was considering disappearing.
"CanI leave now with my share of the milk?" He asked, putting the news paper down on the table.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

'It hasn't got too many ingrediants. It shouldn't be as hard as some of the others,' the girl said and Karen smiled, shaking her head.

"It's not hard at all," she said, opening the overhead cabinets for what they needed. "It's the easiest thing in the book! In any book. Right, here's the bowl. We can get started right away."

Karen glanced over at Sherlock to see him scribbling away on her newspaper. He put it down and she walked over, curious. 'Can I leave now with my share of the milk?' he asked and she rolled her eyes, picking up the newspaper. "I don't know, can you?" she asked with a slight mocking tone, scanning over the limericks.

A limerick with her name in caught her attention, and she read it, eyebrows quirking up. "This is not exactly what I had in mind when I said, as a little girl, that I wanted men to write poetry about me..."

When she saw the other limerick, her blood ran cold as she remembered her encounter with the man. She wanted to say something, but her throat was dry and she just couldn't find the words.

[Amy]

"It's not hard at all," Amy smiled at Kaz and read the instructions carefully. She thought she might be able to manage, although help would definitely be the thing that was the most important. Any had never made anything before. "It's the easiest thing in the book! In any book. Right, here's the bowl. We can get started right away." Amy investigated the bowl and then went back to the equipment list.
"We will need spoons a knife and something to measure things in." She said after double checking. "And the ingredients. Like fl-" Amy hadn't seen this word before and frowned as she tried to figure out how to pronounce it. Her reading allowed her to manage Lord of the Rings but not some of the more common words.
"Flow our." She said after a moment's pause.

"CanI leave now with my share of the milk?" Amy didn't respond as Sherlock spoke, it wasn't her place to respond to what he said and she was fine with whatever he wanted to do.
"I don't know, can you?" At that Amy wondered whether Sherlock was just here for milk or whether he was bored. From what she had seen and heard he was often bored.
"This is not exactly what I had in mind when I said, as a little girl, that I wanted men to write poetry about me..." At that Amy got up and walked over to read what Sherlock had written and giggled slightly at the writing. It seemed rather amusing and silly to her.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock ignored the two as they spoke about boring things to do with food. Was there no entertainment to be found anywhere? Where were the criminal minds? Why weren't they doing something interesting like trying to kill someone or rob a bank. Why wasn't Moriarty playing any of his games. Sherlock needed distractions. He was bored. Still, he had written somethings and done a suduko. And he did have his tea. Sherlock took another sip as he remembered his tea. That has been the primary probablem, but now it was solved. Couldn't there be some other problem?

"I don't know, can you?" Sherlock regarded Karen coldly. He was never that keen on anyone, including Karen. Sherlock had his suspicions that she might know Mycroft and be working for him. After all, she was an actor.
"I can if you don't have any interesting crimes for me to solve." The detective replied, even though it wouldn't be any more interesting back in the flat. John hadn't returned yet.
"This is not exactly what I had in mind when I said, as a little girl, that I wanted men to write poetry about me..."
"I was bored. My brother asked me to try a different type of creative when I was bored. He never seems to like me." The detective commented, off handedly, walking around the room again, mug in hand. As Amy came in and laughed at the poems, Sherlock looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you absolutely sure that there is nothing of interest going on? No murders, no bombs, no hostages, no one carrying guns?" The detective inquired.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen shook her head as to clear it of any thoughts about Moriarty, Amy and Sherlock's voiced bringing her back to reality. She put down the newspaper, turning her attention back to everything around her.

'We will need spoon a knife and something to measure things in,' the girl said and Karen made her way to the kitchen to get said things. 'And the ingredients like fl- flow our.' That put a smile to Karen's face again.

"It's flour, sweetie," she said, getting eggs and milk from the fridge. When she looked over to Amy again, she was reading the limericks on the newspaper, chuckling. The corners of Karen's lips quirked up a bit, but as Sherlock started speaking, it disappeared quickly.

'I can if you don't have any interesting crimes for me to solve,' he said, regarding her coldly. She shot him an icy glare back, before just rolling her eyes and getting more of the ingredients. "Well, there hardly are going to be any in my apartment. Unless you keep talking..." she added the last sentence softly, more to herself than him.

'Are you absolutely sure there is nothing of interest going on? No murders, no bombs, no hostages, no one carrying guns?' Sherlock asked the girl and Karen slammed the container of flour down on the counter but continued her work in the kitchen. "If there was I'm sure she would have told you." she said, and realised that she was acting like a hormonal teenager. She let out a breath, trying to calm down the emotions in her, brought up by having to remember that one night Jim Moriarty came over to visit.

'I was bored. My brother asked me to try a different type of creative when I was bored. He never seemed to like me,' the detective said, and without thinking Karen replied, "I doubt that, considering-" she stopped herself, looking over at Sherlock with wide eyes, thinking: Well, shit.

[Amy]

"It's flour, sweetie," Amy nodded and stared at the word for a bit longer as she moved to recognise the word and the pronounciation. Amy started to follow the instructions that she could understand. Stopping when she was told to whisk some things together.
"What is whisk things together?" She asked after examining the word and being unable to understand it. It was rather like whisker, though and she wondered if it had something to do with cat.

Kaz and Sherlock had some some disagrment and Amy continued to read on and look at the spoon, wondering how to was meant to help whisk the ingredients together.
"Are you absolutely sure that there is nothing of interest going on? No murders, no bombs, no hostages, no one carrying guns?" Amy poked her head out of the kitchen and into the living room, dropping her cockney accent as best she could.
"If there was I'm sure she would have told you."
"No sir." She answered. "Kaz, it isn't any problem." She added, smiling at Kaz. She was used to Sherlock's antiques, he was usually liked this when she turned up.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"If there was I'm sure she would have told you." Sherlock glanced up at Karen's comment, which seemed rather sharp. Sherlock wondered whether she was feeling maternal of the young girl. He never understood any humans.
"No sir. Kaz, it isn't any problem." Sherlock sighed, why was there nothing interesting going on at all. What had gotten into the criminal crowd? And surely Moriarty had to be doing something interesting soon enough.

"I doubt that, considering-" Sherlock glanced up and smirked at that. Karen had given herself away. Placing his finger tips against each other, he looked at Karen, smugly. His off the hand question had worked.
"Go on." He said, almost casually, although it was obvious that he had caught her out.
"How much did he offer to pay you? And did it include making sure that I didn't find out?" His voice was calm and slightly amused. Here was a game that he could play.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"How much did he offer to pay you? And did it include making sure that I didn't find out?" he asked her and Karen sighed, walking out of the kitchen to stand in front of him, crossing her hands as she explained.

"Look," Karen started. "I didn't tell him anything, okay? Just that you got shot that one time, and that he would have figured out on his own."

Karen looked extremely guilty, looking down at her feet as she shuffled it for a second. She looked up again, eyes extremely apologetic. "I'm sorry. But it wasn't a bad deal! And I haven't even used any of the money so... We could split?" she asked, knowing it was a bit insensitive, but like Sherlock cared about being sensitive.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The detective watched as Karen sighed, clearly she had not been expecting to have to explain this to him. He watched as she walked out of the kitchen, abandoning Amy to the cooking. But Sherlock considered that Karen was getting the more interesting end of the deal. "Look, I didn't tell him anything, okay? Just that you got shot that one time, and that he would have figured out on his own."
"No mistake there. He is the British Government." Sherlock muttered, mostly under his breath, then the detective spoke to Karen.
"He offered John the same thing, but John refused."

Karen looked guilty and Sherlock regarded her as she stared down at her feet for a few seconds. It appeared that she felt guilty for accepting it when the thing that Sherlock was more concerned with was the fact that Mycroft was still playing mother.
"I'm sorry. But it wasn't a bad deal! And I haven't even used any of the money so... We could split?"
"I'm not interested in the money, you are welcome to keep on taking it. I'm more interested in the movements of my brother." The detective commented, casually. "He always loves to play mother." Although to be fair, Sherlock did pay people to keep an eye on a whole range of people, adding his brother and John to the list of late.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen tilted her head, looking at the detective with a frown. "You're handling this rather well..."

[Sherlock Holmes]

"You're handling this rather well..." Sherlock watched as Karen frowned, clearly she hadn't been expecting this.
"He always get people to spy on me. I have more of a problem with him." Sherlock commented, taking a sip of tea. "He once forced me to have tea in Buckingham palace." The detective casually mentioned.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"He always get people to spy on me. I have more of a problem with him," the detective said, and Karen realised she had left Amy in the kitchen. She walked back as Sherlock spoke again. 'He once forced me to have tea in Buckinham Palace."[/color]

Karen blinked. "Sorry, what? I don't believe that for a second..." she said off handedly, getting a whisk from the drawer.

"Here you go, sweetie," Karen said, handing it to Amy with a smile. "You just throw everything listed in the bowl, and mix it with this."