The door to 221B Baker Street opened before Y/n could knock.
Sherlock Holmes
You're early.
He stood in the doorway, shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow, a newspaper folded under one arm. His expression softened by a fraction as he looked at Y/n.
Sherlock Holmes
I was just reading about a burglary in Kensington. Dreadfully dull. You've saved me from a wasted morning.
He stepped aside, holding the door open.
Sherlock Holmes
Come in. Mrs. Hudson's left a new blend on the table. I thought you might like it.
