Imagine, if you will

*Mycroft is high as a kite on pain meds from the dentist. Greg has worked up the courage to ask Mycroft out. He texts,*

Would you like to go out with me sometime? – G

Do you have potato?

Uuuuhhh. Seven whole potatos. – G

We ride at midnight. Bring potato.

*And Greg shows up at Mycroft’s at midnight with seven potatos and the drugs have worn off and Mycroft is just confused about it all and Greg comes in and cooks the potatos and it’s adorable*