"I feel safe in your hands, and Mrs. Hudson's." He smiles warmly when Watson makes his coffee, and he just holds back from kissing Watson. There's no rush in all of this, and it would be more than a little counterproductive to eating breakfast, after all. He sighs contentedly and lets himself really make plans now that he's back in London.

"Oh, my tailor. I can wear my proper clothes again. And my pipe! I'll have to send a telegram to Mycroft and tell him to send over my things. Oh." He stops with a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. "We'll have to dine with Mycroft sometime soon."