"Bon appetit." He smiles to himself, taking a sip of his coffee; it does feel rather good to speak in French, and he hardly gets enough practice at it. Setting his cup down he butters his toast. "What a splendid chef you are, my darling husband. Nearly as splendid as you are as a dessert," he says in French.

He starts in on his egg, which is cooked very well he has to say, and he gives Watson a bright smile.