[He is learning! Molly would be very proud if she knew all the things Sherlock wasn't saying. Then again, he usually says any number of awful things, so maybe she does have an idea. A good enough one to smile, anyway. It's much better to smile, she thinks, even if the silence makes her feel a little unsure.

Same thing with Toby. Then again, Sherlock isn't exactly good when it comes to saying 'you're welcome,' or 'thank you.' Or anything nice, really.

But he did something nice, for Toby, and Molly. That's good enough.

At least until he launches into one of his rants. Then Molly is left to look awkwardly between Sherlock and Toby, who is content to ignore them both in favor of the milk. She reaches out, scratches the cat's neck, and earns a purr. She likes it when he purrs.]

Well, it's just that we're going to be here for awhile, aren't we? [She purses her lips, then gives a shrug as if it were no big deal. She's not going to get angry over it, not the way Sherlock is.] Everyone--I mean, the book says no one knows how to get home.

I just figure it's better to get used to it, instead of being mad or upset all the time. [She sucks in a breath, then works up another smile.] It's one of those things where you just have to make the best of it. You know. Try to be happy?

You...you can't honestly hate people just for that. [God, Molly hopes not. What a awful way to feel. The smile dims as she looks up, actually willing herself to meet Sherlock's eyes.] Can you?