A few years ago you met...Mycroft. He was smart, and of course rich. But a few months ago you started dating, he loved you and you loved him.

That evening, you were lying in the living room, watching TV, before the front door opened and Mycroft walked in. You ran to the door, asking:

'Did you bring me an KFS?!?!' you asked excitedly.

'So did you ask for food? Honey, I bought their company for you...Sorry.' He said with a grin.