"Oh, Mr. Holmes." She laughs, as much at Holmes's joke as at Watson's merriment. That's a good sign, it has to be. She can feel the things between her lodgers starting to repair, slowly, and oh but she does have a lot of hope for them. She ought to leave them now, of course, let them work things out a little bit more. She'll be around in the morning and -- hopefully -- be able to deliver breakfast to her lodgers once again.

It's good to have her family together again. She doesn't know what she would do if these two couldn't work things out. She'd remain loyal to Dr. Watson of course, but she would miss Holmes a great deal, and it would pain her to think of him nestling into some other widow's spare room, somewhere out there in the big city.

"Well, I've had about all the excitement I can take for an evening. Good evening, Dr. Watson, and Mr. Holmes." She reaches out a hand to both of them, squeezes their forearms fondly, and then turns to leave.