trashchildren | For Joan

Joan is enjoying the movie as well, and is playing off of Ted's commentary. They're probably driving Sherlock crazy, but he's being gracious enough to allow them their fun. Even though he can't see the affection Ted is showering upon Watson, he would not be surprised. Any lingering doubt Sherlock might have about the existence of love is utterly wiped away by the indisputable evidence of love Ted has for Watson, and he won't begrudge them the physical expression of that love, especially considering how rough it was earlier for Ted.

Joan is enjoying the affection. When he whispers, she shifts a little so she can look at him, her eyes shining.

"I'm so happy you're here too," she whispers, and leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Ted is at least trying to keep his voice reasonably quiet while commentating, so they don't talk over the movie. He kisses her back softly, and gives her a happy smile and a squeeze, before resting back against her as they watch.

Gruber comes on screen, and he has a thought that he automatically ignores. And then he mentally pauses, as he realizes there's really no reason why he can't share that thought with Joan and Sherlock. In fact they've encouraged him to..

"You know, I'm pretty sure I had a tiny crush on Alan Rickman in my teens," he comments, still slightly embarrassed. "After Robin Hood came out."

Both Joan and Sherlock look over at Ted, both of their expressions conveying amusement at the comment as well as approval that he's sharing it with them.

"He was definitely the best part of that movie," Joan says with a smile. "And he has the best voice."

"Oh yeah. Especially when singing," Ted agrees definitely, nodding. "Wait, Sherlock, have you seen Sweeney Todd? It's got something for all of us, Sondheim and murder," he adds excitedly. He's already discussed this with Joan, although then it was on the topic of Angela Lansbury.

"I have," Sherlock answers. "As musicals go the songs are beautiful and the story is acceptable. No one would ever have gotten away with making meat pies out of humans for as long as they do in the play, but at the end of the day it is fiction."

"I mean, that's probably for the best, yeah," Ted answers with a chuckle. There has to be a certain suspension of disbelief.

"Hey, that's a thing we should do," he adds, looking at Joan. "All this time living in London, and I still haven't gone to see a musical." Which, honestly, is a disgrace for him.

"I'd love that!" she says with a smile. "You know...that's one of a few London experiences I haven't had yet. We were supposed to be in town for a short amount of time to work on a specific case and then go back to New York, so I wasn't seeing it as a chance to enjoy the city. Now that we live here..."

"Right?" Ted agrees, though he hushes himself a little as another intense scene begins. "Alright, hold that thought, we'll talk about this after," he adds quietly, giving Joan another squeeze.

He did take some time in the beginning, to see some sights and be a bit of a tourist, but then as he settled into work, there's a lot of that he forgot, despite there being so much of London he hadn't yet experienced.

Joan's first trip to London, the trip where she met Mycroft and Lestrade and helped solve a murder, had been more touristy. There had been a fair amount of downtime as Sherlock dealt with being back in London after fleeing in grief and narcotics. This time was supposed to be in and out.

Interesting how quickly and thoroughly things can change.

She squeezes him back, and settles against him to watch.

They watch the rest of the movie, though Ted is slightly distracted daydreaming about possible things him and Joan and potentially Sherlock could do in London.

He doesn't get up once the movie ends, comfortable snuggled up. "So what's the verdict, Sherlock? Christmas movie or not?"

"How exactly would one define a 'Christmas movie'?" Sherlock says, still looking at the scroll of the credits. "It was certainly set in the Christmas season. Christmas itself is referenced numerous times. On the other hand, I'm not certain a movie can truly be a Christmas movie if it has a body count. Seems rather antithetical to peace on earth, goodwill toward men."

"Well, therein lies the debate, I suppose," Ted answers with a chuckle. "I think if you define it as a movie that large amounts of people would enjoy watching at Christmas, then it counts. Thoughts, Joan?"

Joan is still comfortably snuggled up against him, and has no intention of getting up. "There are plenty of people who think it's a Christmas movie, and who watch it on Christmas. If tradition makes a difference, then it's a Christmas movie. Christmas is all about tradition."

"I'm good with that," Ted agrees with a decisive nod. "Now... Which musicals would you be most interested in seeing?" he asks with a grin. That has obviously not slipped his mind. He'd love to have a night out, get dinner and take in a show.

"Hmm...I don't know what's showing..."

"Wicked at the Apollo Victoria," Sherlock says, "Frozen at Royal Drury Lane, Mamma Mia at Novello, Back to the Future at the Adelphi, Moulin Rouge! The Musical at the Piccadilly, The Tina Turner Musical at Aldwych, Come Away at the Phoenix, The Book of Mormon at Prince of Wales, Cinderella at the Gillian Lynne, and Dear Evan Hansen at the Noel Coward."

Joan stares at him for a moment, taken aback by the sudden flood of information. She wants to ask him how he knows all that, but there's a question that's far more pressing.

"They made a musical out of Back to the Future?"

Ted stares at Sherlock too, but he does appreciate the information.

"Come on, they make musicals out of everything. Alright, so I think we're seeing a few things," Ted says with a grin. There's definitely more than one there that he'd be interested in seeing. Most of them, honestly. "I've heard that Come From Away is supposed to be amazing."

"Let's start there," she says, and then smiles with a chuckle. "Has there ever been a football musical?"

She thinks the story of Ted and Richmond would make one hell of a musical.

"At some point, probably, yeah," Ted answers thoughtfully, trying to think of one, or sports related ones in general, but not having any coming immediately to mind. "But sports and musical theatre seem to intersect far too rarely, honestly."

"Mmm," Joan hums, thinking. "Damn Yankees is about baseball, I think. And I'm pretty sure they turned Rocky into a musical."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Though if we're only getting one every like fifty sixty years, I think that definitely counts as far too rare," he says, reaching up to idly stroke at Joan's hair. "Any other London specific things you want to do? I did a few things in the beginning, but there's a lot of exploration I haven't done."

"That's fair," Joan says with a smile, and she sighs softly as he strokes her hair, so in love with this man. "I've seen most of the touristy stuff," she says. "I'm not sure what I want to see next."

"I have something I can show you," Sherlock interjects.

Ted looks over as Sherlock speaks up. "I'm all ears," he answers curiously, wondering what Sherlock would think to show them. "Or do you want it to be a surprise?"

"I believe I shall keep it a surprise," Sherlock says. He looks over to Joan, who is already surprised. "You'll need to wear sensible shoes, Watson."

"But I can wear my flip-flops, right?" Ted quips cheerfully. He doesn't even own sandals, he was absolutely going to wear sneakers as usual, but he couldn't resist the joke.

Joan rolls her eyes in exasperated amusement, and tilts her head up to kiss his cheek.

Sherlock doesn't respond to the joke at all.

"Let me know when you both have a day free," he says.

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