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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.

Comments

[noblefive]

[Well, less silly, in any case]

Thanks for the suggestion, though. I might think about wishing up a SPARTAN-proof chair for the future.

[notanthea]

Mm.

[She turns another page and takes a sip of her wine. As the glass almost empty, she picks up the bottle and tips the liquid into it.]