Watson laughed, lightly. "Disgustingly cheerful, indeed. As though I were the only one guilty of such a thing. But there are plenty of reasons to be glad no one else can intrude upon us here. Oh, here we go."

Deeming the eggs done -- at least, the timer was up, and he hoped they were done, and he could not see how one could possibly tell with an egg, other than by breaking it open -- Watson fished them out of the water with a slotted spoon, and after placing them into a pair of egg cups he had ready, he brought them over to the table. He paused to kiss Holmes's cheek as he put the eggs down, and then took his own chair.

"Bon appetit, as they say."