[Girl, do you really want Herlock Sholmes to make you tea. You don’t know what he’d put in it. This is a man who put soap in a cake back in Reverie.

She’s right about the luggage, of course. Though it adds no extra upheaval in term of messiness, given the entire state of the flat.

Sholmes crosses over to the chaise, humming with vague amusement.]

So much that you’ve forgotten something? Or is it while in your natural state-

[He leans against the back of the chaise lounge, bending forward so that he’s over her shoulder.]

-how you plan to greet her? Either way, the decision is yours; I’ve already described you to Iris in excruciating detail at least thrice before! Haha!

[is he Helping]