In Which a Questionable Decision is (Hopefully) Made {for elementrymydear}

[thewomanswit]

It was only a handful of months after the true circumstances of Sherlock Holmes' fate at Reichenbach Falls was revealed to all that Irene Adler moved into the address of 221B Baker Street

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[elementrymydear]

Of course, Holmes had noticed Miss Adler's appearance weeks prior. There was very little he did not take note of, after all, in his surroundings. He did, however, choose not to comment on the matter, as he was not entirely certain what comment could be made. The matter of his slightly bruised pride in matters of the affair concerning the King years earlier, still stood between them, and he had decided that to handle the situation with any dignity whatsoever, he should simply refrain from showing any reaction at all.

Of course, this could not pass without comment.

"Excuse me?" was his eloquent response, as he looked up from his chemical set, with something of a baffled expression.

[thewomanswit]

Irene, with a dramatic roll of her eyes, approached Holmes and dropped the tray unceremoniously onto the table next to him. She had half been tempted to knock a number of flasks from his chemical set over in the process, but thought better of it, suspecting whatever he was mucking with could quite possibly ignite, or explode, or, at the least, contaminate her already questionable meal.

"I've made you tea," she stated blandly, her eyes running over his experiment with guarded interest. "I think it's best if you eat it while it's warm, don't you?"

[elementrymydear]

There was something immediately troubling about this situation to the detective, and he carefully lowered a pipette to the table, eying the tray.

"Miss Adler," he said, somewhat coolly, "you are certainly free to correct me if I am wrong in this - though I assure you I am not - but in the three weeks, five days, and fifteen hours since your arrival, you have never once seen fit to prepare my tea prior to today. Is there an occasion?"

[thewomanswit]

Scoffing, Irene rounded Holmes' desk and took a seat in an arm chair diagonal to him, resting her hands patiently in her lap.

"No occasion, if one does not count this sudden onslaught of severe boredom." To be fair, Irene's boredom was more or less self-imposed; it had been quite a few days since she had felt the need to take leave of the residence, but sitting in her room perusing books and news papers had finally taken its toll.

Her eyes traced the room, landing on a clock, and she sneaked a sideways glance at her unlikely companion. "Three weeks, five days, fifteen hours and twenty-two minutes precisely," she stated. "Mister Holmes, your aloofness towards my company did implicate you didn't actually notice when I moved in, but I should have known better than to doubt your observational prowess. Now, please do eat your meal. I promise, it's only slightly burned, not poisoned."