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[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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[He hops up, grabbing onto and hanging onto the shelf with one hand long enough to grab a coffee mug. Then he's dropping back down to the counter and making his way toward the coffeemaker. A few seconds later he's back on the floor with a full cup. Conan drags the chair back over to the table.]

[She doesn't look up; she merely reaches out to grab the bottle in case the kid knocks the chair against the table. She does not need wine all over her journal.]

[With all the gymnastics over with he finally sits down at the table with his cup.]

[So caffeine powers small children. That explains a lot. She pulls her things a little closer to her in case of a mess.]

Should you be drinking that so late?

Don't worry about it. I'll be fine.

[She stifles a snicker. There is the subtlest of inflections on the word "you" when she answers.] Yes, you will.

[He gives her an unamused look.] In a cup of coffee this size there should be 100 mg of caffeine. Many sodas that are given to children have 50 mg or more, and they often consume more than that.

[So used to the Holmes family, she doesn't even blink. She glances up from her phone briefly.]

Yet in one you still consume double the amount. Assuming you only drink one.

[As a new post is suddenly scribbled into the new journal, she briefly glances at it. It's nothing to concern herelf with so she turns her attention to the old one again.]

And no sugar. That balances it out, a little.

If you say so.

[He gives her a slightly annoyed look.]

Why do you care?

[She doesn't look up from her work.]

I don't.

...What are you working on?

[Securing vehicles, listing those capable of building advanced machinery, profiling those most heavily involved with law enforcement and what passes for a ruling body here, ] Finding good places to shop.

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