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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

[notanthea]

[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.]

[modernholmes]

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

[notanthea]

If you say so.

[modernholmes]

[He gives her a slightly annoyed look.]

Why do you care?

[notanthea]

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

I don't.

[modernholmes]

...What are you working on?

[notanthea]

[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.