The Perk, Sunday Afternoon

[3patchproblem]

There was a cup of tea, long gone cold, on the table in front of Sherlock. And what might have been a pastry before being crushed by what passed for the local newspaper as he looked for any crimes of note.

Bring me a Baltimore newspaper.
SHHe oh so kindly texted John. Despite him not being in the same town. Or the same country

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[justhisblogger]

Did you forget to check my arrival dates again?

Watson: no longer in London.

Watson: also nowhere near Baltimore.

[3patchproblem]

Sherlock just frowned at the phone for a moment before typing back:

Today is the 16th.
SH

Look, minor details weren't on his radar. This is why he had John around.

[justhisblogger]

Can your superior intellect check the date for me, please?

He despaired, sometimes.

[3patchproblem]

Of course his superior intellect could...

Right. 15th then.

Then you can bring me the paper tomorrow.
SH

He was making lemonade.

[justhisblogger]

Sitting in the Signapore Portalocity hub, Watson sighed.

Tell me you at least did the groceries.

[3patchproblem]

It was a hotel. They had room service, John. Sherlock sighed, despairing with him right on back.

There is milk somewhere in there.
SH

[justhisblogger]

They weren't going to live on room service forever. That was expensive, and--

Oh. Right. He was expecting Sherlock to be practical.

Right. Very good. How about bread? Do we have bread?

[3patchproblem]

You have yet to arrive. While your concern for baked goods is touching, it's a bit premature.
SH

With that said, he took a sip of his cold tea and made a slight face.

[justhisblogger]

Have you done ANYTHING at all since you got there? Anything?

Maybe John should just give up on all of this and spend some more time surfing YouTube for funny videos.

[3patchproblem]

Now that was just insulting. And thoroughly uncalled for. Sherlock had been very busy getting acclimated to the island and looking into the local police department.

Who promptly kicked him out of the station.

I got us a hotel room, didn't I?
SH

[justhisblogger]

I got us the hotel room. You complained about the website.

[3patchproblem]

It was poorly designed! And rife with grammatical errors!
SH

[justhisblogger]

The first call for his next portalocity portal rang through the station.

John rubbed his forehead.

I'll communicate your displeasure down to Mycroft, then.

Yes. He was resorting to the 'don't make me talk to your brother' angle.

[3patchproblem]

...you wouldn't
SH

John, that was hitting below the belt.

[justhisblogger]

I most certainly would, and I will if I get there and we have no food.

[3patchproblem]

You don't even have his number.
SH

He should know. He deleted it every time it popped up on John's mobile.