The microwave beeps and Sherlock lifts the mug to his mouth, downing half the coffee with a wrinkled nose: just because he can't afford to indulge his standards on a street musician's "salary" doesn't indicate he doesn't have them.
Speaking of which, pork buns. Pork buns are admittedly tempting. Tomorrow at the Kelebek, 1100? -SH
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Speaking of which, pork buns. Pork buns are admittedly tempting. Tomorrow at the Kelebek, 1100? -SH