Mycroft stopped short as he came into Greg’s flat. “Gregory…you are dressed as a cow.”
Adjusting the hood, Greg turned towards him with a smile. “Glad to know Sherlock isn’t the only observant one. My daughter’s kindergarten class is having a thing.”
“Indeed.” Mycroft looked at him a few moments longer. “Didn’t have a bull costume?”
“Figured you could wear that one.”
Mycroft’s eyes went wide. “Oh dear, I do believe there’s another invasion of Afghanistan to plan.”
Greg turned towards him and kissed him. “Never get involved in a land war in Asia,” he quoted with a smile.
“And never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line,” answered Mycroft. “Still I think I…”
“She’ll be disappointed if you don’t come.” Greg put the costume in his hands.
With a put upon sigh, Mycroft took it from him. “I can only assume the choice of costume means I’ll be topping tonight?”
“Moo,” said Greg, smacking him with his tail.