From cjnwriter-Hot chocolate.

"Are they still out there?" Mary asked, peering concernedly through the window, and Watson snorted.

"You do them dishonor to assume they would finish their snowmen so hastily."

"Snowmen? When I left, it was in a man in the singular."

"Well, they got it into their heads to make a pair so the snowman wouldn't get lonely."

Mary laughed and leaned into her husband's side. "Will they be alright, though? It's rather frigid."

"They're all wearing coats, darling, I made sure of it," he assured her.

"Still. We shouldn't let them stay out there much longer."

Watson's eyes left the little figures patting at the snow and went to the mug in his wife's hand. "Hot chocolate?"

"Maybe," she replied.

"Enough for me?"

"Always, love," she said. "But get your own mug."

He mock sighed, kissed her hair, and padded to the kitchen.

"Leave enough for the boys!" she shouted after him.

"I won't make any promises," he called back.

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