“They’re your parents, Sherlock. I don’t have time to play tour guide. Some of us have to work for a living.” John was putting on his coat.
“But Mycroft is conviently out of the country. And they want to go to the West End.” Sherlock was having a full on sulk on the sofa.
“Sounds like an excellent time to see Les Miserables.”
Sherlock fixed him with a glare, but John was already headed out the door.