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[jimfromit]

[Somebody has been watching all the chaos take place via the journals. He's been greatly entertained.]

Oh this is more like it. The castle rarely disappoints with the regularity of its shows does it?

Hmm can’t see a show without dinner can you? A filet mignon steak dinner please?

[What follows next is the sound of something large and animal like crashing through a dining table with a loud animalistic scream. This is also accompanied by the sound of a Moriarty moving away from his dining table very very quickly.]

[A few minutes pass before he speaks again.]

A word of advice to you all...I think the chef might have lost his passion for the job.

Moooo. [Moriarty’s dinner feels the need to contribute.]

Oh shut up!

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[jimfromit]

As much as I love your eagerness, I’m afraid there’s nothing I require assistance with just yet.

However should I need a man of your particular talents at some point in my stay all I have to do is whistle right?

[youhavebeenflynned]

Alright. [Nods.]

I would prefer that you ask rather than whistle, I'm not a dog. [Raises his eyebrow.]

[jimfromit]

Oh don’t fret sugar. I’m just using a figure of speech.

I wouldn’t trust you if I thought of you as a simple pet and believe me I don’t trust easily.

[youhavebeenflynned]

Just thought you should now, sweetheart.

That's good to know. I don't trust easily either.