"Oh, yes," he returns, serious rather than playful. "As enjoyable as it can be to see Mycroft confronted with emotion, now is not one of those times. A telegram will suffice until we're both used to the idea of meeting." He sips his coffee before going for another link of sausage; he'll have to slow down, though, as unused to eating as he is.

"The Lestrades, however, I think we could pay them a visit soon enough. Your goddaughter -- what is her name?"