"Been making him your famous eggs, John?" Mrs Watson asked pleasantly. "Susan, dear, move aside a little--there, we can't have a big spill at the dinner table, now can we?"

Still a touch skittish, Sherlock finally reclaimed his seat, taking John's hand under the table.

Harry, for her part, shot her brother a look. "Not much to it? That's disappointing." There was something smug and knowing in her tone that suggested she knew details were missing and was really unhappy they'd been omitted.