just finished watching 2x01 ; spoilers in the comments!

[byherheart]

What is it, that they say?

'The game's afoot.'

How thrilling.

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[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[He smiles at where she scuffs him, although the expression is sort of fleeting.]

Without scheming?

[Possibly teasing her.]

[byherheart]

One must always keep alive, but I do think I've had enough of a close call to relax for -- oh, a day or two.

[Perhaps less.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

I'm somehow skeptical.

[byherheart]

Shall we place a bet?

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

You're trying to trick me into visiting to prove myself right?

[byherheart]

You're the one challenging me, Mister Holmes.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Make it somewhere with a library.

[byherheart]

[Ha. She has won.]

Paris.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[He scoffs.]

Sun.

[byherheart]

Chocolate croissants.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Good point.

However- Mycroft.

[byherheart]

Can certainly deal with a note saying you're taking a case abroad.

If he chooses to be nosy, then I can certainly throw him off his scent.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[Sigh.]

Paris, then.

[byherheart]

You must take me to the Louvre.

[She'd love to give stealing the Mona Lisa a shot. She's heard it's impossible.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

No.

[Ajshsksjs Irene.]

[byherheart]

Sherlock. I've never been.

[This is a bold-faced lie. But she's never been while being dead. That's clearly the same thing.

And the Mona Lisa would be a beautiful Christmas present for Baker Street, okay.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

You're a dreadful liar.

[A liar who is dreadful. And also very good at it.]

[byherheart]

You're a terrible gentleman.

The Louvre?

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

As you wish.

[byherheart]

And absolutely no work.

[It sounds like a warning.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

...ugh.