Bonne fête, Canada!

[maple_syrup_can]

Who: Canada and Holmes
maple_syrup_can, yes_mother_hen
What: Canada has been having a birthday... quite unlike anything he's done before.
When: Backdated July 1, later in the evening
Where: Room 7-11 -> 'The Drunken Robot'
Warnings: Drinking~

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[yes_mother_hen]

Holmes' new living situation with Sherlock and John was nice enough-- of course, he had moved most of his calamitous things in with him, much to the good doctor's probable dismay, but they'd all been busy with one thing or another and hadn't had much time to sit down and talk (Holmes at his job, his roommates with theirs, alternating between lounging around in boredom or doing something to alleviate said boredom). Not that Holmes was much of a casual conversationalist on a usual day, but that wasn't important.

Room 7-11, a replacement for 221B, was different from 221B in that Holmes didn't get strange visitors soliciting him at odd hours of the day, seeking his counsel. But that hadn't happened in ages anyway, since he'd gotten himself stuck on this spaceship: something he'd had to adjust to, much to his disdain.

So, when Holmes heard the knock on the door, he didn't say "get the door, Mrs. Hudson!" as he might have when he was just a new arrival on the Thor. Instead, he first contemplated ignoring it (not a case, not his problem), but then reconsidered, since...well, it wasn't like he was doing anything anyway.

Standing up, he made his way to the door of Room 7-11, a room he'd just newly moved into last month, and opened it.

"Yes?"