"I hadn't thought that far," Watson smiled. For a moment he lingered with his hands at Holmes's waist, doing nothing but enjoying the contact. He felt certain that the expression on his face must be ridiculous, and he certainly could not stop smiling for all the world.

With an effort he turned away, trying to remember where they had left the coffee the day before. As he went about the business of deciphering the coffee machine, useful device that it was, he considered what choices for breakfast they had. "How hungry are you? How much," Watson grinned, "of an appetite did you manage to work up?"