ugh my intelligent beautiful classy witty talented friend JUST GETS TO BE GOOD AT EVERYTHING AND I HATE HER
Well, we all know what Victor would say to that, don’t we?
(Victor, son, what is that on your head?)
My God woman, I have singled you out as she who I scorn most in this life and you declare to me your love? You must be mad!
(but of course Sherlock would scoff and then respond in kind)