“Mm, tops, absolutely brilliant, what I've always wanted to do,” Sherlock responds, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he stares at the upside-down cup and the large puddle they've made in the centre of the floor.
“And you can do the mopping.” He pads out to the cups, splashing lightly with every step, and resets them.
“We'll live in a shack on the grounds and spend the rest of our lives waiting on some nonce and saying awful things about him behind his back. Talent like this can't be wasted, John. If I've learned anything today, it's that we're made for it.”
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“And you can do the mopping.” He pads out to the cups, splashing lightly with every step, and resets them.
“We'll live in a shack on the grounds and spend the rest of our lives waiting on some nonce and saying awful things about him behind his back. Talent like this can't be wasted, John. If I've learned anything today, it's that we're made for it.”