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[notanthea]

[Sitting at the kitchen table, she is leafing through the two journals beside her with one hand. On the other, she holds her newly recovered cell phone to which she is quickly adding information. She has been here a while if the half-eaten plate of food next to her and quarter gone bottle of wine is any indication. If anyone were to peek over her shoulder, they would discover notes about things such as restaurants and clothing. Only Mycroft and perhaps Sherlock know the code she's using to encrypt the information and could read what she's really typing.]

[ Mycroft Holmes ]
I've found a charming restaurant in town if you care to eat out tonight, sir.

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[notanthea]

[She blinks at the sudden light. That's...interesting. She frowns momentarily in confusion before shaking her head slightly. Supposedly, the castle is magical and sentient to some degree. Magical inhabitants are completely plausible in this shared delusion of theirs. Just in case, however, she'll push the glass of wine closer to the bottle and further from her.]

[demontobeloved]

[And Cole looks up at the sound of that bottle being moved]

Oh, sorry, did I shock you?

[Orbing attracts more attention than shimmering.]

[notanthea]

[She smiles.]

Not at all.

[She continues texting one-handed.]

[demontobeloved]

Good. I realise that teleporting isn't what some mortals are used to.

[He shrugs, pulling the glass out, filled with water.]

But I was feeling lazy.

[notanthea]

Hm.

[She continues what she was doing.]