"Um, there's menus on the fridge, and most of those places deliver."

Mary manages to understand and miss the point all at once, and is already on her knees sorting through her DVDs (one day she will alphabetise. Maybe she could annoy Sherlock into doing it?)

"And unless Tony Stark shows up at the door, we'll probably be fine on the space-time thing." She sits back on her heels and looks back at him. "Though if that does happen I suggest a threesome."